To Warn Those Poem by Naveed Akram

To Warn Those



To warn those I say are apt to trouble themselves,
I enter the cauldron of disappointments that never die;
Who will share my path to the other side of town and city?

To warn them I make my punishment the same as dust,
Inside the abdomen is a rumination of some doing,
Whether you are mad or bad, innocent or guilty.

To warn the remaining souls of the city and garden,
I relight the fire and extinguish it when ever needed,
So that the behaviour of the gases are subdued.

One seems solidified by the warning I have endeared
And the filthy riches of a heavenly fear so wild and apparent,
My mastering is the mastery of the knowledge that made me.

Saturday, January 3, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: warning
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Naveed Akram

Naveed Akram

London, England
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