Bombing

A bomb is a boat of many colours and feelings,
A blushing face has arisen, many people are hyperactive;
The impenetrable stain lingers, implementing change,
Loathing it for the atmosphere and all its tameness.
Piety reduces the bomb so beautiful, the bomb so perfect,
Flow along the lane of language we call upon.
Hopefully, the explosions matter to the weak,
The boat is a dog, the bomb is a boat, we cry!

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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