Hide Your Fortune Poem by Naveed Akram

Hide Your Fortune



Fortune hides a fortune of gold and silver,
The very same silver commanding, friendlier;
Frost demands of the gold some ancient health
And power, the very commands have wealth.
Ice is an unique trumpet of gold,
Golden men are carriers of the old.
May God fold in the ingredients of a soup,
One made of pennies of fluid and in a group.

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Naveed Akram

Naveed Akram

London, England
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