My Hidden Path Poem by Naveed Akram

My Hidden Path



My paths conceal the truth of years,
Grass has grown to make reasons;
I shoot in the air to find sins and crimes,
Then the paths make me finish in nastiness.

Let each path believe in itself,
Life teaches us lessons of stupor,
Life ends in the wrong way,
And life guides the strong and weary.

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Naveed Akram

Naveed Akram

London, England
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