Mortified - Poem by Naveed Akram
No mighty man likes to be closeness,
A man ventures on an impatient nature;
His mortifying notion is a position
Of grandeur, much likes him then.
I began to feel hatred for his personage,
Striking darkness in his baffled heart;
It was a plant of humid light this heart,
A thesis sat on the same room as it.
Had I the feeling to dodge him I would,
But in great hammers we find strength
To evade the tax we were fond about,
A burden to our youth was incomplete too far.
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