In Ideas You Are Angry

In black ideas the riding and walking is angry,
In the questions are answers of the innards;
Offered by some of us is a promise to uphold justice,
Yet surely in the head of man is a woman’s touch.
A single pursuit messes the mind and magic has no part,
The thief shall evade a tax as well as rights.
But the ideas are spurious after consultation,
After the sure ones are resolved.
Let questions be with the interrogator,
He demands them as he is an inquisitive man
With a reputation to astound you.

poem by Naveed Akram
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