My Demesne

A demesne I casually address as my own
Becomes comely to the eye and nose,
Fanatical as a mouse over its cheese,
Contrary to the borders and boundaries.

My eyes astound your passionate look,
Looks are deceiving as my own look;
May my territory not bless you as me,
As far as faraway places of distinction.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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