Everybody Knows Poem by Naveed Akram

Everybody Knows



Everybody knows I am growing old,
But the faster I carry on forgiving
The more is the beauty of my parents,
For the old ages are supremely entwined.
Everybody survives in their ablution,
The wash of the eyes is of the supreme
Luck, and daily a current of air and water
Combine to forsake the body of lies.

The oddity of a day is unique for the prize,
My prison is solved by the reactors of nuclear age.
The sentences of the guilty ones combine
And permeate throughout us all.
The poverty of poetry is supreme and major,
Like the old mountain as it glares at faces.
What do you wear on the shoulders?
It is a fountain of spinning water that bites.

Wednesday, November 25, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: everything,knowledge
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Naveed Akram

Naveed Akram

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