Burden On Them Poem by Naveed Akram

I orchestrate burdens on misnamed devils,
Maybe in their minds is a fallacy;
The punishment melds to provide us with danger,
As I avoided the evil well enough,
To artistically evolve a painting of rude animation.
To see this made me murder the devil who wrote;
It revolved, the devil revolved as if astonished.
I leave the burden to luckless ones,
Their vintage of course produces bad luck
Like an alcoholic drink of sherry or beer.