Four Seasons Poem by Naveed Akram

Four Seasons



Some of us will hurt of the inferior people,
Any of the people whose violence is solid,
And very many years are forgotten of summer,
And so much has everything in spring,
And so many have a generation in winter,
Because the Autumn is superior.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Naveed Akram

Naveed Akram

London, England
Close
Error Success