Hot Toys Poem by Naveed Akram

I see you with toys of heat,
Playing, jumping, running with three
Times the heat of the rider.
One comes at little to be opulent,
Playing with memories,
Crashing into lips of turning images.
Pausing and sustaining a little light
We dived and you dived too much
Dinner.

I am not going to be green,
Redness is in the blood
Of wine and arteries having art.
Funny certainty lies at the sounds
Of heaven, springs burst out
With replenishing fervour.

One must act now, with jumping mania
That came five times a day,
Brown bears enter the system of man
Who is a human being,
Many times the importance of animals.