Forms of People
Exact and accurate can I speak of Us,
Too wide to contact from afar and gone,
Into the escape and eradicated always,
I suffer now and keep awake all night.
Read the painful people who stole the show,
Who kept it hidden from everyone else,
Again we say we are gone attacking and defending,
Lesser I say they were indeed.
poem by Naveed Akram
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