Avenues

Inside the small avenue of death,
Life enters and touches the feet.
Were you pondering a solution to action?
The sameness of being alleviates suffering.
The sweet candlelight and the agony of life
Call their victims, working a dangerous mood.
Loading the light into containers
Is like capturing the essence of reality.
Later, we showed the deserters what they flee,
The commotion has been an avenue of death itself.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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