My Special Role Poem by Naveed Akram

My special whole season is a blessing to the role,
Petrol is performed so pay me, a blessing bright.
The stars outperform me, the starlight is ignited
Like an engine too blasting, too fasting of heat.

The hunger of the stomach is immense and concrete,
Self-control is needed, to launch into the stagnant pond.
My enrolment in matters too elite is the undoing of me,
My special valise conquers the unjust spirits of spies.

My special treatise is an additional fact, a solid treason,
Formally wiped away to the crowd of the deceivers,
Like a patrol of the police and the petrol of slaves,
My morality is too calm, my authority is too strange.

May the scholars of the state combine their straight state,
Like strolling is the enemy, like fouls are the blame of life.
Death enters the books of your station, control us with fever,
Fevers are in the pages of the warner who hurts when true.