The House Of Delights Poem by Naveed Akram
The House Of Delights
In this house is a garden of delights,
Tomorrow we play on the grass for our appetites.
We eat and play and roam and die
In the grounds of the place that lie.
The mansion is expensive for some who withdraw
From their banks the heavier sum, says the Law.
The garden is a house and a home,
We revel and afterwards seek our comb.
Our hair leaves us grey,
The home is around the alleyway.
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