One Lies About Oblivion Poem by Naveed Akram

One lies to please me into oblivion,
Each orchestra has attacked,
One mighty blow has encrypted itself,
Feelings will now disappear.
To study one book is to keep offending
In the company of amusers.
One lies to play and die with talent,
The basis of English is the basis of facts.
When does terror strike and teach
On the fortunate day which became dark health?
I am simply amused by the moaning,
Groaning, hunting and white bookishness.
One must teach lessons to the young,
Inside the company of angels fluttering.