Graveyard Of Trains

The men of the east expire,
Their faults are not like something entire;
The cars fall into sins and drives,
The west hates the number of housewives.

Let them speak together,
Opposing them as an achiever;
The achier men fight hard
So that trains arrive in a graveyard.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!