Wounded Dragon - Poem by Naveed Akram
I am of the dragons a helper and wound,
My name resounds for future use, I am harpooned.
Like me, a wife is for me, to injure the revolting lot,
I am a one who hated you, for you are an apricot.
The dragons despise my family for being themselves,
I am not one of those who shall be called elves.
This dying if for my wife and my progeny,
This bred, I seek to refute abominably.
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