Interested?
Interest made a fond memory,
Inside it heaves as an enigma
Of metallic seizures,
Of worm and cellophane
And murderous beasts.
I have a wonder to proclaim:
Thunk by many, thought by some,
A word too hard a task to connive.
It made me harsh in cruel features in the face
And a wonderful man in the beginning.
Murdered by the words I conjecture,
The life is already abomination,
All white in thought and number,
And it suffices to remedy a disease at the cost of a cure.
poem by Naveed Akram
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