By The Angelic One Poem by Naveed Akram
By The Angelic One
Abandoned by the divine,
Once the woes are afflicting,
The senses and swearing are smothered
By those angelic enough to taste.
A passion is in confusion,
But, a passion inhibits one
At the shoulders of the deathly one,
The one who arose from the region.
Colourful occupations resent me,
Now that death has a separate woe,
The angels of hell are upon me
Now that the days are shot in the head.
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