Disasters And Deeds Poem by Naveed Akram
Disasters And Deeds
Disasters excel when brilliant,
This fact is well-known and magnificent.
Deeds of the tragic command belief,
But is it not disbelief, any relief?
My accusations, they disgust me and you,
But relief is a grave question of who?
My battles are fought due to wars,
When and where are they indoors?
The disaster is supremely disturbing
To the soul and life, the very curbing!
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