Naveed Akram (15 December 1973 / London, England)
One By One
All that shines will cost the report,
The sun shines and forever more;
Loathing a fenced garden can bring
Me worry, worries are about more now.
I am old and strong, when fences burn,
Shadows run into the certain places,
These are dissertations of the truth,
Falsehood never burns and well is the truth.
I have a mischievous clown here,
Liking the jumps of the day ahead,
Deeper jungles are visited
And the eggs are laid one by one.
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