The Dale - Poem by Naveed Akram
Another top feud appeared like a fruit unripe,
Reviling, defeating and maligning the rest.
In this dale boundless with pleasure of highness,
A principle warm and enticing was begotten.
The borders of botany do not arise to stop
And anger the helmets of our people of the dale.
Flowers have emerged in congress, in action,
To profit the sights and sounds of this real valley.
Comments about The Dale by Naveed Akram
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You