A Tale Died Poem by Naveed Akram

A tale was found and quartered for the dust
Died afterwards like the fountains receding;
It was a history of sorrow, time might complete
And times may change according to desire.
The tales talked of their dead and gone,
Of good opinion and affection that lasted.

To offend the caves was to offend the angry men
In them, without frustrating their souls
Of eyes that battered and battled for more memory
In the name of mankind,
In the hobbies of the world that chanced difficulties.

More in angers was nagging, they grew worse in years
As those felons attracted a huge fitness,
These men of kings decided to sneak about
With a gallows air, perpetually in sin
And nagging with the bending of bars.

The stories one sees of idle personages
Puts people into bad tempers,
The moment the air of health enters,
The moment one betrays the trust
Of a man who is infuriated.

This tale flies to the door of a chap
That flew with fluency,
Sitting in the portrait of a spring's
Day.