A ship of animals constructs a sword for its weapon,
Yet we decide and constrict like bleeders;
The onset madly depicts adamant relics of pain,
Painting on sordid areas, our acre of fish is again.

The entire message demands blue waters
To be impaled by daggers of white,
The shining of stars scattered by the whole head,
Jutting out are star systems of planets, all read.


Naveed Akram

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