Voice Of The Gaming Poem by Naveed Akram

The voice is blooming,
Suggestive of fleeting thoughts;
Yet beauty is the order
Of strong behaviour.
My voice stagnates and gasps,
Feeding the gambolling men and apes
Whose fathers got enlisted.

To become a herd is like sheep being
Frightful. Yet thoughts are like gossamer.
Invisible pleasantness entices a good
Elixir that is for imbroglios.
Pretty voices enter the jaws of death,
Their roundness is of the spherical world.