The Rhetor Poem by Naveed Akram

The rhetor has arrived to see why words
Fit the same mind as his own,
And the man himself witnesses pleasure
That the sizes of words can encapsulate.
Thought after thought resounds in the air
Of a rhetorical man or teacher,
A philosopher, theologian and scholar.

His word is written to do some logic
For the awesome class of people
In his academy, the school that ponders
And ponders and ponders until
The search for the hunted one is solved
Like the dust under the feet.

The rhetor has arrived and approached me
To speak prudently on matters of taste,
Frenetic speech comes from my mouth
As the orifices connive their hurt,
And the words come forwardly in tight circles.
The speech is a substance of deceit,
But the rhetor knows I have rhetoric,
And now the rhetor forsakes all who
Stand in my way.

For the righteous men have eliminated
The ones who are blacksmiths of the words,
Only pure words can be understood by right
Wise men such as in this worldly life.

For the piety, speak of ghostly speakers
That roam and bathe in dead being.
Make a word stand out right,
Mark my words!