Sick Danger

Danger us when sick, solemn is the quest,
For we laugh abundantly and loudly, about the best.
The dangers from the breasts cling to mortality,
A home occupies the soul so wildly with ambiguity.
The dangers of altitude are so swearing,
Thatched roofs account for the comparing.
One sea concerns another sea, full of tranquillity,
Those in perspiration are always in actuality.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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