Fading

Fading is an art of extreme complication,
When do rivers build water enough to equip?
A sensation is heard from the other world,
Felt by time and time is always on my side.
The disappearance created trickery of light,
Awarded to the man in white, the very quiet scientist.
Never undo your life due to tragedy,
Never then pursue a course of activity.
Fading will be a nonsense, fully entwined
In the world of sensations and effects.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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