Open with obesity the vast oasis
Of this fragile planet we call ourselves;
Absent with abruptness, this land of love has achiness,
My counting counsel has many bookshelves.
With everybody in the world working like werewolves
We have whirled into whirlpools for the acts we commit.
Obese assemblies of ancestry wing their wolves
Into oblivion as time testifies with sin what to omit.
Permit me to call on the aces and kings
Of the playable cards and their wrangling,
Each wanting it, walking about with bearings,
Acute awareness is their pride on this planet accumulating.

Naveed Akram

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