Story Of My Name - Poem by Naveed Akram
My name has degrees of description,
Yet as we speak, the whole left and right
Is again in fruition, in dictation,
Whilst the reach of the hands is light.
Mention weird wisdom when describing is well,
Telling and wording the excellent narrative;
This story is bold like a shiny bell,
Angering everyone in the ear and it is abusive.
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