My Clues Poem by Naveed Akram

My Clues



International clues spring to the forehead like bricks,
My annual income receives fame and love and acrylics.
Painting the notes with blood and water, I submerge myself,
In this dark-green sea of hate that is on my bookshelf.

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Naveed Akram

Naveed Akram

London, England
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