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The Coward
O these drums so bold in triumph
You are dumb and deaf as drums
Your drumming is charming and sweet.
This war-ground
At whose hidden craters sits a house of horror
Charms my throat and not my ears.
When he appeared on the field of frost
In this war I call death and destruction
I left my generals quaking like bombs
And fled to the arena of safety
Frozen by him, caught over the action
As deadly as Azreal, he warned me.
They are war-like with heaving,
They are against us
So they scorn and they jeer
To defeat us.
poem
by
Naveed Akram
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