Prosper Poem by Naveed Akram

Prosper



The animals play with the wind,
And letters sound as spies;
You cleverly earn the wages,
Justice may stimulate you.

Lots of people hate each other,
Blue skies plunge you to death;
Understand these measures by God,
And you will prosper.

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Naveed Akram

Naveed Akram

London, England
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