One’s Crime Poem by Naveed Akram

One’s Crime



One argues over the statements of time,
Many act with centuries of crime;
But when buried are the young and old,
We cry and liven to see the odd be controlled.

Sunday, October 2, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: old
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Naveed Akram

Naveed Akram

London, England
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