Forward Is The March Poem by Naveed Akram

Forward Is The March



I can love the book of stages,
This book is clean and pure,
Then forward is the march that annexes,
It annexes due to speed and it can assure.

Beyond belief I surprise one on this,
Love of a book weighs heavily,
It injures the heart like a hiss
That came not from snakes but from generosity.

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Naveed Akram

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London, England
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