War Of Words Poem by Naveed Akram

War Of Words



The war of words is a tiny fear,
Inner schools of thought do wear.
My action is nothing new and words made us,
So thus the morning took place, after a basis.

To a few who open and shut,
My writing is a bracelet -
It has books worth developing
And what is the budget for worshipping?

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Naveed Akram

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