Your Throat Poem by Naveed Akram

Your Throat



Backs are turned, sweeping changes mixed,
So that ordered old men stroll so fixed.
Disease mutters relief for the throat, and not the boat
So fired with furious rage and oceans of the coat.

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Naveed Akram

Naveed Akram

London, England
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