Ungovernable In Her Arms Poem by Naveed Akram

Peter was ungovernable in her arms,
They murmured a measure of imagination
To themselves, forgetting the stereo
And radio, to be forgiven at length,
And then the television was on for ever.

Then another altogether: Peter and herself
Were staging a rebellion through the forest
Of doom and delight, the forest that arms
Itself with gloom and glory and gold,
Whatever they acted they swallowed.

Peter and his friend Sue crept into the factory
Found outside the forest of gloomy appearance.
Inside they saw the story of their life,
Life was gloomy inside and a machine trapped
Them faster than the eye.

They were in a distress after too much love,
Yet the human who mastered them does not help.