Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 6,288 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

A Brave Child - Poem by Naveed Akram

To wave a brave man comes with fun,
Construct a bend, construct orphan.
To die may buy some certain craze,
The orphanage designs always.

We burn from lusts that orphans don’t,
Their purity must force, but won’t.
The excellence surprises me,
Of children working a penny.


Comments about A Brave Child by Naveed Akram

  • Rookie - 5 Points Devin Robinson (11/23/2009 8:34:00 AM)

    Very nice poem.... You have a way with words (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, October 17, 2009



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