Ideal Realm

My ideal realm exists in the country,
Where the insects are at play, and by day and night.
The whole authority lies with me,
Piercing the shields, existing where others do not.
Asking questions is my business to reach an idyllic setting,
Fixing new thoughts that are swallowed.
My knowing powers are not to be underestimated,
I can claim a care for the rich as well as poor.
For knowledge grows from the grass,
Farms are designed to conquer and recuperate,
Finding a new skin and clothing.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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