Sound Of Combat

A deafening sound collapses and enchants
For it is clammy here to achieve brightness.
My cleverness is depressed when I am dumb
During the hard days, then I confuse the public.
A chunky meal gathers all the description
Of a delicious object, one of the closest affairs.
I am dependent on details to do with envy,
Those combative procedures that are complete.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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