Open It Poem by Naveed Akram

Open It



Open the parchment when you read,
To keep a cure I heal with the word.
It is a single word that is written
And read in a greeting what is bitten.
And my prompt assurance was in life,
That Hell would bid me farewell, as an afterlife.

Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: farewell
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Naveed Akram

Naveed Akram

London, England
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