Forget The Race Poem by Naveed Akram

Forget The Race



Race is the wine of discourse, and be it,
The lady I see in the skies whose baby I can be,
To race I find a solid note of sense, and be it,
The prudent history I compare with you.

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Naveed Akram

Naveed Akram

London, England
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