With Unhappy Pain - Poem by Naveed Akram
I observed with pain their unhappiness,
With a look of despair, riding a storm.
To suffer is to lose a feeling so pleasant,
My deep regards go to the lost hundreds.
Opening an abatement, this defeat is too much,
It is torture to me, to my case it is fury in the head,
Like a fractured cloudy sky all bedazzled with electric light.
The pains are tremendous in this foamy sea called life,
Kicking the ground with a foot highlights the good days
And the good nights, of an over understanding.
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