From Plains To Camps Of Diseases - Poem by Naveed Akram
A plains dweller, a borderer of convictions,
Habitant of affairs too homely and city.
A rate-payer of lodgings, with the harmful rooms,
Parks of delight surround him, and me.
Now, a sanatorium so fixed to fight,
A camp of hellfire, with diseases, too much beehive,
Covert actions of the main play, heard from afar,
Actions require words, now, needing maintenance.
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