The Enterprise Poem by Naveed Akram

I have fired the enterprise with outcries,
My logic curtails the sighing of spring;
Then comprise me, this time it dries,
This promise of primroses is a cheering.

Compare the enterprise with declarations,
The fixing alters me with conspiracies;
I am the curing and the oppressed of discolourations,
With further tasks returning to the democracies.

Fill in torment with higher natures that flatter,
I see the later tasks ahead of my conviction,
For seeing is sight of course, the platter,
And sight fixes me in ways of attraction.