Never The Agony

Agitate me not, agonize me never,
Such is the speed of thinking.
Aloud are words of quite a little thought,
The mind differs from occasion to occasion.
This offering is a proud notion
Of the variety we pick like flowers.
The motion of the plants is of the butterfly,
Those in orbit around the world know why.
Their polite quiet is discernable and crazy,
Loathsome is the spirit of walking
In the fashion of a zealot, so speedy
In thinking and so outrageous a personality.
We are not overwhelmed by zealotry
For we speak too many times against them.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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