Forepaw - Poem by Naveed Akram
A real paw is behind in action,
Chips and clods come to the fore;
They have their lower limits,
Paws create the higher base.
They lived at the foot of the barren hill,
These abiding citizens of mammals
Were innocent, and grey with hurt.
So pain created foundations,
Animals and plants persuaded us
To shed our blood and interrogate.
The hoof bellowed like noise,
Then check him or her and it,
So bills are collected in tonight.
The trotter is the trip,
The trip is creator, of the wish.
To be someone is a journey
Of the hooves and shine.
The trips of a married man have a base,
This base is the sensible sign.
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