The Man Who Accomplishes Poem by Naveed Akram

The man who punctually accomplishes
Creates the loss of a century and its work,
Words are about with residues and illness,
Worse are the stripes stretching all over the light.
A little comma is a lid of the eye,
A fit stop murmurs itself to sleep,
This comma and stop will pause for the parlour
Forming accents and loops so wild and vivacious.

The man who addresses with proper dictionaries
In his heightened head will collapse with righteousness
At the heat of the battle, the fight of a century
And a truthful company,
So filling and prompt.