Trees To Prize - Poem by Naveed Akram
Listen to the prize of effort that is present
For the roads of right are in speed
And really my grass has been trodden
To perfect the trees that have grown
Like the sketch of an artist on the wall.
Into the road runs the vehicle that loves,
Loving the velocity of my thought as well,
Like the well kept trees in bloom
In the season we call greater than each.
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