Taming

It tamed my monsters when young,
Curling the talons like sad sticks
But lethal to the touch if used.
The monster has a company of friends
Like the friend who tames his friend
And accomplishes friendship.
Much desired, much ignored, is the precious mood
We are friends in our mind.
To keep them young is talent,
And to keep a company of friends
May bore the whole community.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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