I Have A House - Poem by Naveed Akram
I have created a doctor in my apartment,
His house lies here too late when the snow
Surprises and errs, lazily the snow snatches.
I have been the doctor of the reality in rises,
Rashes have emitted their innocence,
When the rude rights are spoken silently.
Why have the spots on you died?
My doctor has been earlier in surprise,
His sun is above the water of the earl,
This man of steel and earth, the eerie soul.
My earth is your debt to the humans who
Unearth the underground streets, the sizes
Of them differ according to destiny.
The doctor and nurse seem neurotic,
Nastier than spice on the mind, the melting
Men have been asking the illness.
I have a doctoring menace, a munching mother
Of thoughts that oust the wounds of necessity.
His slight attitude hurts as the hellish home,
Offering the statements of science, like sentences
That are spoken from judges, the laws are decimal
Numbers, and the righteous walk with them.
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