Elastic Season

An elastic class pronounces the difficulty
Of this decade and the clear sky.
Bewildered by breezes, the clear sky
Turns into nasty munches, full demands

My madly loved season turns into naïve people,
Massive men occur to the detriment of some.
Magical knowing composes itself
After the nauseating weather and maniacal time.
Neighbourly districts are sectors of the galaxy
This time next year, this demand shall be last.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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