Thursday, November 24, 2011

The Time

One rejects the knowing of a century, in time,
There the clocks are still as treachery, in this time.

The religion connives but contrives a thinking,
One darts forward to end the archery, in the time.

Remind us once more of this clock, a real piece,
One shakes into being due to this butchery, one time.

A feeling makes another one dry and then I go wet,
This felt good until times changed, into flowery of time.

Once upon a time, the real story of my life got defined,
Descriptions altered settings of our robbery in time.

This star I call myself negates surprises,
I feel towards the weak who keep the rubbery time.
Naveed Akram

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