Like A River - Poem by Naveed Akram
Very much like a river, the life sways
So as never to be accepted,
My oppressed conscience is like my finger,
My finger is the oppressed conscience.
I have a hold on the finery of existence,
My lines reflect this accomplishment,
For it was a disaster and a tragedy
To accompany me while my sins persisted.
Very much like bliss, the life
Mends all thought and contentment enters,
This river called life begins
And ends without telling us.
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