Aiming - Poem by Naveed Akram
Despise a cross woman who is a witch
Or they shall devour you from the inside-out.
Guess him as her fencing him or her to see where?
She is a witchcraft? Yes, son who fences.
To meet this score I see you against witchcraft -
The rest of the archers are nothing.
To take my aiming nature is towards nature,
And my son is fearsome on the witches,
Not the wizard in the way.
So please do what I bid. Just only his father to his son.
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