I Need The Abbot Poem by Naveed Akram

I Need The Abbot



The men of old are rated bold with food,
Their beauty stays, like roses from the clued,
Then find his look among the rich who brood.

I see an abbey once for some who lie,
They concentrate to mix with butterfly,
Since yesterday, my work can certify.

I see the counsel of a man who tries,
And then they act to be and analyze,
Might that flesh be, may that flesh seek allies.

Wednesday, February 27, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: butterfly,food
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Naveed Akram

Naveed Akram

London, England
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