Interesting Magic

The interest was outwitting them by a long while,
Drinking in a span of spells that corroded the shield,
These spells hate you as far as the eyes can follow.
Damned old spells! Snuff can be better than this,
This day of offering inside me, is as the eyes of the sun.

I was too busy thinking of my reputation as a wizard
Or was I a druid of the whole endeavors
And misdemeanors, an edict passes more
Than a good time, an edict passes me more.

I made the people laugh at my wizardry,
Beautiful lights are sights!
Some of the success ends with failure,
As more lights are upon the wishful mind
So that the man talking to your mind
Meets the brainy matter.

The interest turns into disgust of a deranged man,
Manly men wonder and ponder
But without a receipt at first,
Then with the whole possibilities.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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