Partying

Entertaining is a toy, full of joy,
Mightn’t it rain with cosy friendship.
Bawdy words come along on the day we met,
Uncouth manners lead astray the very gaiety.
The festive mood partakes in revelry of love,
A witness decocted the loving party-eyes.
Lawbreaking becalmed nevertheless,
The party air wicked, parties were never like this.
Partying eyed those who worked on terraces of food,
Nutrients mixed to combine our blood, this whole sludge.
Entertain me no longer, entertain my friend who lived
A long time ago.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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