Spotting
Readily the guns spot a criminal,
Offering us damage of something abnormal.
A care discusses bonds too huge for glancing,
Tasting weather and heat to roll in engaging.
The food of light is an abode so awesome,
Business is a man we are engraving ad-infinitum.
Why are our tongues struggling with fear as frying?
The wrong tongue has tasted the lying.
Words bring joy to the light-hearted,
Tennis is the sport we have aborted.
This is the gun of games and I am proud of my match,
As if the referee has aborted, only to snatch.
poem by Naveed Akram
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