The Climate
The climate we spring from is hot,
So hot and heavy, in a live manner such a lot.
Eruptions meander in our minds with fighting balloons,
These works of man, and all the baboons.
Mountains cried from heavy damage
As the lava has spread too much abusage.
It rebounds from the mirror like a photon
That seeks a target of anxiety like dawn.
We are following laws of weight, hardened by time
As the laws that hurt in fury and anger, the real climb.
A claim is committed of a real man,
He is hating the hot and warmth as he can.
poem by Naveed Akram
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