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.
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