For the Forsaken One
I forsake thee even when you had to be something,
So avert your eyed face and pretend you laugh,
Sell a single knife-point, give in to the old and new,
To sportly people who never ever give as much in quantity,
And in quality!
I forsake my life if it means to judge my inventory,
And keep instead for a change, to get more and too more,
Thus the provisions are decided to last for all time
To come!
poem by Naveed Akram
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