Fearing Those Next-Door
Fearing him may cause a repulsive step,
The ghouls and ghosts are at his doorstep.
Are burnt plates of food a simple cure?
Never can virtue boast brilliant an amateur.
Trees will shake in the wind so afraid
Of itself, that burdens have assured aid.
My next-door friend finds me argument,
The worst war fiercely endangers confinement.
Fearing him and his wife carries surfaces to shine
While smoking houses just appal for their fine.
The ghostly house hardened our tiles
Believing them to be shouting files.
Fear nobody, just fear fire and ice together
With life and death, the very events that deter.
poem by Naveed Akram
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