A Lost Soul - Poem by Naveed Akram
This is still stupendous, not hardly stupid,
And so we connote for special verse to complete.
Those in stasis realise why your indignation surmounts,
Statements are being retold as perms, of stupidity.
Your celebration is a permanent magnet,
The acid needs a reactant to cast a flurry.
It is your peril, the flurry is, the flurry
Was endangering you as far as the eye has to behold.
He who ponders over the soul he has fathomed
Becomes a lost soul.
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