Removal To Please

He was removed from the area and idea,
Revolving around a bee that buzzes by;
Itself knew the deathly shallows of speech
As the wording of the cold blade seemed justice.

Open the doors to my removal if you so please,
Letting the insects and spiders respect speech;
These words are narrow and remain like guesses,
Not concepts or ideologies, or instruments.

The shape of the pen regards your life as sacred,
Defending you with the curling and breathing;
Kinship ties are kept intact with every passing
Season. The seasons stagnate in the end.

May your task be grandly muttered, obeying
The call of society, and the welfare of children.
With a stroke of a pen of genius
The fairness can out stare a real lip.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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