One Paper To Sense

A poem causes the mastering of effects,
Under me destruction captivates the senses;
Luring us in many ways the judgement stands
As two paths meet into one too long roadway.

A poem has costed me for all its worth,
Tragic play pursues me still, more than soldiery;
The post of a shard is in me, mellow slaughter
This makes on the horizon of thought.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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