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.
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