Accidental

She went over us, after a while she halted
And turned back, the same car had stopped.
But where was the blood? It was nowhere
To be seen. It was never reported even to say ‘beware’!
I just stopped talking to the police
After I grassed on her or him, rather than release.
The police do not know me,
But could not know him or her or he.
I just panted over and over and over,
Like a wolf or a lion in a frenzied fever.
I want results, but had none,
Now I want more, but I’m feminine.
Women will want more from an occasion,
And that means I shrug and cause an explosion.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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