Her Voice For Life Poem by Naveed Akram

The voice was her life and the outer cover,
But that's hardly entertaining,
Silver wings were her wishes,
The operator was sucking teeth
To know what women were,
Shaking the head slowly from the front.

She nodded and went to the telephone,
A little research was in knowledge,
Neatly dressing the whole heritage,
Very familiar bedrooms conferred with us.

The silvery wings came alive, and sang
Due to the godly possessions siding with
Beliefs that madly enthused us with revelry,
Like the return of the queens and kings.