There Are Lines Outside Poem by Naveed Akram
There Are Lines Outside
A punchy line gathers no throb,
Might lines of stamina stride along;
My puns are intended to astound
Like the forests of my home town.
These scrappy writings work wonders
When stalks retire from life of eternity.
A peal of words outgrow the outdoors,
These outcries outdo the sentences of stains.
We are lacking kremlins, bushes and wheat,
These spy on you from the outdoor compulsions.
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