Graveyard Of Trains - Poem by Naveed Akram
The men of the east expire,
Their faults are not like something entire;
The cars fall into sins and drives,
The west hates the number of housewives.
Let them speak together,
Opposing them as an achiever;
The achier men fight hard
So that trains arrive in a graveyard.
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