A Cry

A cry has awakened by all,
Form of creature known to man.
Itself the feather is like itself,
But this weeping will always be definite.
The leading of a life is sacred
That demands of money are embedded.
So raise a cheer to the new occasion
Of earliness please be on the position.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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