Being Grim And Greedy Poem by Naveed Akram

I saw an apple being grim,
As long as the heavenly spread;
Not as soldierly as a grimace,
But the smile of a normal root.
I really believe in the changes
Of its target, to deplore and shed.

The ripe stars were fruity so much,
The good had to overcome evil,
Like the planets and their satellites.
This future will spring from the thorax,
Like the bomb that fell on top of inches
And inches of fire that grew ever larger.

Greedy stars overcame their rivals,
Not knowing where to shine and dine,
Like the royal ships and the royal banquets.
One past life was a station of the highness,
Looking towards the whole galaxy,
Like the outward eyes of a child.