Stretches Poem by Naveed Akram

A brother tinges with blue,
A sister lengthens and stretches;
One of us collect colours for heaviness,
The same people called our parents
Work together in unison, forever.

Going to the side of the river,
A life has managed my stretch,
Swimming is no goodness,
Walking carries sympathy for too long,
A lever is attached for discovery.

The button needs pressing from fevers,
The real colour of our investigation is shown.