I have flummoxed the description of thoughts <br />That the painting established by pasting my own; <br />I chuck like a knock my fist at the clock of ringing, <br />Time innovates its executants who hew the place. <br /> <br />This contentious affair reminds me of the niece <br />Of activity, which has been admired by the clock; <br />Her gendarme accompanies her pronunciation, <br />As words rush like a crowd into the street. <br /> <br />I must outwit her in all she does as a larcenist; <br />Her words sprang from a redolent odour. <br />This mania is obliterated by the policies, <br />My description has a skill too fast and sufficient.<br /><br />Naveed Akram<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/flummoxed/
