Ill Humour

Your ill humour defines me in entirety,
Exotic are exercises of the mind, so apt
To take away your concern of the world.
Then that to disperse is given like bombs
Offering me blunt reverberations,
Cracking in pencils, concentrating on the page
Of general books, humid is the air, higher in burden.
Humours abide in heaven, erratic fun shall ensue,
We need an errand for heaven, not one to it.
The definition is straightforward,
Understand and undergo more for the life ahead.
It snapped, whistled and promised our ways of good
Like a man has passed his test and loneliness entered him.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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