Joyous And Exhilarated By Factories - Poem by Naveed Akram
I am keen, exhilarated by commanders so joyous,
Transported by ecstasy, and honeymooned by success,
The extreme weather carries a piquancy much desired
For the human heart and lungs, the organs of ravishment.
Raw success is cunning, it is keen as I am,
I am fortunate to reacquire it, so reactants are joyous,
May the felicity and joy be cylinders of love,
To construct and fuel the factories of real snugness.
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