Of Century Poem by Naveed Akram
Of Century
I saw the spirit of a century,
I saw the seller of monotony and pain,
For each woke and sold
Their wonderful feeling,
While this shop enraged my density
Of flesh and bones.
Do not mind the minds of others
If their spiritual happiness
Is to be kept.
For when pain enters the system
A monumental feeling arises
To quell the disadvantaged men
And women of the whole year.
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