Pomposity
Pompous talk carries benefit for the cranium to break,
Its use was essential, yet abandoned now, but how?
Mildewy relics smash the head, like an ache of redness,
The blood will turn into cake, or whatever the brain decides.
Hidden and covert, a blunder has occurred on the neck
From an attacker not existent, but why do they roar?
Blood gushes out of a wound in the head, and heart,
For what do combinations of cells exist?
The bombastic conversation has expired
Leaving the heart with a really sound noise.
poem by Naveed Akram
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