Grievances Poem by Naveed Akram
Grievances
Does it fester
Like a sore?
Does it stink
Like old doors?
My route is rotten
Like a light backpack.
It sags behind,
Feeling downright rude.
The journey is a law of life,
Light is at theatrical ends,
Life embodied sore living,
Not of dramatic reoccurrence.
Fools of the sword are upon
The road like a stinking talk.
It festers in the mind,
The mind has spoken.
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