Talkers
Desks of talkers are arranged around the world,
Then negotiations proceed to capture hearts.
The talk of the century is forgotten
By the majority of viewers, after seconds and minutes.
Then the talking is a coincidence,
A family manages to conflict with another animal.
This is a struggle from the banks of the river.
My conversation needs appraisal,
And my views are no longer secret,
Many sentences leave the page
To master those in fullest power.
poem by Naveed Akram
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