A Cozy Nation Poem by Naveed Akram

I make a practised drivel to be drained,
Please do not overlook the primary colours
That sustain my vision with drivel, to be duty.
Bowl the innocence into the alley of trouble
To defeat with honour the curses, the lies.
Now it cancelled the pleasure, the drivel,
It returns however and displeases profoundly,
As a directive it is weird, it cancels.
The connection has been realised,
It is no worry, it is not any worry,
The real vehicle of displeasure may be flown
Not driven, not expelled can be the vehicle.
In the show of veins, the human body is the ultimate
Vehicle of driving quality.
The body is the deputy to the brain,
A processor is both, even the brain is a microprocessor,
Spelling is readily accomplished, by my tailor,
Who operated with agencies of intelligence.
One fishes the scandal of this time,
With the intellectual agency, a particular organization
That trains and stares, with affectation it constructs.
This made men cry, all over.
But only patience stared back at this intelligent nation,
A cozy nation, free from drivel.