Old
Old is the joker of death,
He is with a movement and is seen
With a window of a clean nature.
Old is the knight of life,
He who is remarkable with the slaying
Of soldiers who fight and be striker of swords.
Old is a man who is teacher,
Being taught by the old and young,
By the bones and skulls is he remembered.
poem by Naveed Akram
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