Water Mouth-Full

A passing ruptured river or stream,
I define terror as this single rupture.
You have found water from utter violence,
Violence from the jungle behind,
All the violence, all of its sound and disgust.
I dip my mouth into the freshwater, fighting books
Of the water, of river stream.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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