Angry Amusement

The amount of amusement angrily delivers,
Angles at this vary very much, like a river.
The art of being awake is sodden with rage,
The animals of this sense dictate the changes.

May apples of the tree behind us clap and clap,
So that automatically binding the branches is beauty;
Authority made an approach to the heart,
A tree of living gold rectifies much business.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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