Scourge
A scourge causes death to open enemies,
How hard are those who whip and punish severely?
A threat cascades into the death of a man of blasphemies,
His throat hurts from exertions and everything nearly.
The misery of life is clearly made by those in-charge,
A scourge politely masters us in full daylight;
Sincere reflections are received and then enlarge
To accumulate and enter, and also create a bite.
You must not act when the paradigm fixes,
Think over this standard example so named,
An arrangement of sense and butter mixes
To complete the sauce so flamed and famed.
I agree with some secrets, in the conversation,
They echo in the scourge once delighted in,
Fixing and mixing like top secrets with abbreviation,
Echoing and finding new tours herein.
poem by Naveed Akram
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