Leader’s Crowd Poem by Naveed Akram

The nutrition of a leader excels our estimates
In the time it takes for resolution.
One bulges and beats, frowns and dispels
The virtues of a crowd that fights.
The journey of a bent character is alone
A tragic eventuality so despised.
His walk to death compresses its heart
To tip the heart in cold water.
The pool of pond water is sublime,
He is blessed from too many expressions.
A nutritious meal shall be at the club,
His clown is at the membership.
One dies too fast when barbarous,
But this leader has vanquished.
He times his body to the balloons of strife,
Victoriously embedding his ideals.
Then he dies with bitterness,
It is the family’s right.