Wit All The Time
For all time, the wit is bigger every several days,
Then one religiously worships the hardest wit.
Ghosts appear to judge, to be adept at life
As darkness delegates and a future has begun.
Kinsmen are again in wrong, in right for some time,
Then offering juices in the food, kinsmen are not greedy.
Mighty hearts follow a religious doctrine too fine,
Killing the folk of a dangerous kind, of lethal nature.
poem by Naveed Akram
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