Minor Importance
Gigs of minor importance are to be rude,
Minor men scent the Paradise,
Two women and one man is to conclude
Minor happiness, two for once.
Goggles satiate the individual,
Into believing of some who liven up,
Their goal is yellowy like Hell,
Like a river which said to reach and stop.
Hatred is mostly good for the evil,
Most are afraid of the finer,
Pointing out anything achievable
Like pointers of crime and caseworker.
I like someone who betrayed not anyone,
Guests like astrologers who smell them:
Those innocent tricks to dazzle and be done,
To greatly win a marvel from a hat stratagem.
Mostly, a feather is all that is needed,
To drive a wedge between the pages,
Honest hammers for smacking the exhilarated,
To be driven over once the feather kisses.
poem by Naveed Akram
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