Graveyard Of Trains Poem by Naveed Akram

Graveyard Of Trains



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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Naveed Akram

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