A Wand Over You

He preferred me over you and lazed afterwards,
Fatal goodbyes are captivating, always in time.
The mortal destruction commits a spirit too well;
Terrified by it, the farewells are fairly spoken.

My favourite wand is his, my own wand is his,
Yet summer comprises a laughter, so lazy;
Kinfolk are swinging from tree to tree to tree,
Like apes of the kind that bring in the fruits to eat.

You are with family, relatives and scientists,
So that the banana is refreshing, mostly for them
And not you, who loses after music has rung its tune.
Music is the cause of mischief for me, for me.

poem by Naveed Akram
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