Focusing On Life Poem by Naveed Akram

Focusing On Life



Focusing was a bore of this winter,
The cytology of this place called the body
Was as spread out as the winter's edge,
The toga must be worn, it must be dawn!

The sleep of an astrologer wakens him further,
He dreams of youth and young matters
Altogether to be stars and signs of their lives,
The whole life can now be an outbalance.

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Naveed Akram

Naveed Akram

London, England
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