Springing With Mistakes - Poem by Naveed Akram
A mistake majestically springs to mind,
Divined by helpers, confined and solved;
My kind line confines me, bromine is around,
A little deadness suffices careering into the life.
Let the mid-wife be in strife, with wildness,
Without a pocket-knife, and let her see the pens.
Writing matches the reading, so does accosting,
And adhering to glue, we strive and acquaint.
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