Inside The Grave Poem by Naveed Akram

Inside The Grave



The next morning comes last
It is next
The real mourning lasts forever

I have no present in the grave
A gift resides in the heart
For it beats in time with God

Leaning to the side
I see wisdom too clearly
With death accepted and called

My regrets are small
I am dead
And there is nothing to tell

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Naveed Akram

Naveed Akram

London, England
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