Hell And Half-Hell Poem by Naveed Akram

Hell And Half-Hell



Hell became a game in mid-winter,
Where are we now?
Hell exhaled last summer and first summer,
Why are we allowed?
Hell was told not to be Heaven in spring,
When would that be?
Hell is half of all Pain in the year through,
And since when?

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Naveed Akram

Naveed Akram

London, England
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