Gushing Poem by Naveed Akram

Gushing mouths sting and slaughter really towards
My habits and their staying ability.
The words of a language are spoken,
Only in the event of a slide and trail.
The conversation has you mashed
By the seekers who have arts on the paper
Slicing your aches and paths.
A herbaceous growth has arisen
On the command of a captain
Who plays like the dice-rolling of a day
In casinos.

Gush forth! Flow into rivers of delight,
Over the weird witnesses of late,
Seeing your masquerade and enforcing
The pitch of a lesson in the making.

My mouth has been gracious
For leaving me alone in all this tennis
And glory, once my mouth has fashioned
Lips to imbibe the truth from the crimes
Of fact.