He Killed Me

I benefit him, who killed me,
Yet the puzzle is so complicated
That I benefit him.
My name concentrates on him,
He killed me, and designed my thought.
I may inhibit his behavior by talking,
By recommending and teaching,
Also to rely on his children
And call me what I am supposed to be called.
I need no mood better than him,
But next he killed my children
And left the city, for another reward
With the teaching and teachers.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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