My Accusation Poem by Naveed Akram

My accusation is polite but he does not listen too much to me,
Poetry is the cause of this reluctance as he shines tomorrow.
Men and women are so trustworthy at times, like gunpowder
And its result after much ploy and tactics of fine powder.
The power results from power, enlightening the professor
Of such will-power, all of a sudden, suddenly like a hare watching.
Many men reside in this house, in this unworthy set of circumstances
That shudder and gossip like the wind and rain, fully sounding solid.
Poetry is the cause of the bereavement process, a mourning has arrived
And touched the hearts of so many avid thinkers of the same person.
Avoid this region of talk if you will hunt for a dream to conquer
Inside a likeliness that only we defend, only we strive, only we dare.