Passing Poem by Naveed Akram

Passing



I hope you are angry for the food,
Losing crimes on your name is bad,
Living a lie shall bring in the fields of worry,
Instead of questions and answers.

Many have dissolved in the frontal assault,
Offending us from time to time,
Like the happening of events,
And the passing of transactions.

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Naveed Akram

Naveed Akram

London, England
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