Bomb-Scare

An image of a book burgeons tonight,
Today my fright overtook me in light.
Some day, some way, I gather the force
To do goodness, I can not subtract the remorse
I feel inside, deep inside, just lower than the abdomen
And then the swearing happened to awaken.
My misery is with the bomb,
Offered to us by the calm.
My book deserves reading as well,
Let us work on the world with a carousel.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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