Non-Life
Hell is non-life, much matters in it,
For the evil splendidly walked on thin ice
Watering Hell, and underground their hidden faces
Were held in shock at the grave ness released
As disaster struck as it loomed, as destiny fulfilled the good.
It was painful now, for me and you, when cold and blue
Was the stew called us, and we underneath knew
That life was never there, now, now that it had ended
In a blasting fashion, weather was bad after all.
Hell I understood as abhorrent, who am I to go?
poem by Naveed Akram
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