Old Poem by Naveed Akram

Old



Old is the joker of death,
He is with a movement and is seen
With a window of a clean nature.

Old is the knight of life,
He who is remarkable with the slaying
Of soldiers who fight and be striker of swords.

Old is a man who is teacher,
Being taught by the old and young,
By the bones and skulls is he remembered.

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Naveed Akram

Naveed Akram

London, England
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