Feasts
Feasts cause a dry tongue to be wet,
To have a haircut then and there cancels us;
This royal event concentrates on them,
To mince the coinage is clearly wonderful.
My dears and ladies, the royal house evicts
Those in love with God, and this lenient act
Of this day has considerable theory,
Theories are oddly remembered today.
My notes suggest a laughter of many voices,
Horses train me after shooting at them,
Royalty shines abundantly, like a mince
Of the finest meat, the finest wine has been served.
Let queens and kings be subjected to us all,
And many lords and ladies confidently explore,
To explore is greater in good than marriage,
For both of the laws commit themselves to magic.
poem by Naveed Akram
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