Piety Poem by Naveed Akram
Piety
Jests of piety are uncommon,
May the children believe in the celebration.
Caution, cavalryman! The century is odd,
A morse code is caught by some abroad.
The bald man is full of holiness and piety,
Everybody sang towards a song of notoriety.
This is impiety to believe in as belief,
Still the relief of a baby is chief.
May the property of trees speak growth
And abundance, the very both.
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