The Course Of Life - Poem by Naveed Akram
To see me frightened of the course in life,
My scared duty abides buttoned in the course of life.
To see the cherished being from around the clock,
A rotund man harries and is cottoned in his course of life.
The lectures of the spirits and dust abide herein,
Working their faces in the world fattened in this course of life.
I am stunned, altogether, in my shorts and shirt,
Hearts are owned like tin cans so straightened in this life.
Ours creates jealousy, we feed this ache, so fully,
So that we are penalised and shortened in my whole life.
I live to see the tales of this proud folk,
Who are they that are sweetened, in this life of a life?
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