To Humiliate Him - Poem by Naveed Akram
Don't humiliate my humour,
Don't deviate from a creation,
And don't emaciate the inside task.
To meet a dream of the future is a word
Written due to godly scholarship.
I see no image worthy like the prince,
He enunciates, he deviates afterwards.
My heart is core of the light entering,
Many sheets of beds worsen the muddy
Dampness, for the princess is again.
So spices abound, fools abide, where
Service abstains from service.
This minute clock means images of wealth,
He delineates the laws of designed kind.
To emaciate is to understand the diet of the prince,
He must be core of the book, his tone
Exactly compensates, precisely languishes
The ruddy speeches,
Forgiven by monied men of major fellowship.
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