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Sunday, August 5, 2012

Simple Fight

Simple men destined for fancy fights
Find the treasure chests
In their evening rest
Frowning on the cuddly toys
In an eventual rest.

I have some resting to speak about,
Fines are startling me in a final elixir,
Finding arts and their principles
After too many years,
And men could hear the fighting.

This resting settlement is a settlement,
Villages start to rock and righteously rock
When strenuously fighting with other rocks.

I have no rest in sight,
I am simpler than the ritualistic days
After my death,
After my life.
Naveed Akram
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