Fighter Left
The fighter paused, grimaced and left,
After the creation, after the rights.
His fight found a reality behind the scenes,
The real survival is an object of material nature,
It is picked up, paid to a man when in collision.
There is death and dishonour, full teaching of rights,
When fighting became a dishonesty,
A dignity of strength, like the infinite guess
Overtaken and overridden.
The man who fought was a survivor,
Like the wisdom so inspired.
poem by Naveed Akram
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