The Running - Poem by Naveed Akram
A paper is an apple to bite,
Inheriting the container that is airtight;
An athlete belongs to the alight,
His paper is his book with his appetite.
To be running must be animosity,
Labelling the places creates curiosity,
And the paper runs like monstrosity
In the head, in the head running with velocity.
The athlete keeps a status of anger,
One of his fingers delights longer,
To keep the pages of his hunger,
Living a lie is mostly full of the younger.
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