Dead And Living Poem by Naveed Akram

Dead are those sentences of death,
Finding a life is too good and short,
Feeling me is like feeling everything.

Dead leaves are grown first by trees,
The fierce winds are subjugating
The tree, flower and plant.

Life carries the meaning we give to life,
Living is suitable only for a time,
Love him over a tablet taken on time.

Go to the entrance of life and all it entails,
For to judge the lord and lady is a must
For those who read the papers.