Inside A Sentence

In this sentence our master replies
With the same reply we think.
To beleaguer him we trust him
In his demesne, the reality of professions.
Becoming moments arouse pity
For the weak and helpless.
I have comely facts abut life,
To spare the poor, and leave the sick.
My exits vary in sweetness,
To belong to species and kingdoms
Of animals.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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