It Arrived

What an educated change we deliver?
Certainly decisions change the desire
In the sense that plans are concocted
That mock me and you. Jaundice
Arrives,

An ailment of distrusted history,
What can mean the difference?
Why do planets solve our lives from the stars?
Illnesses melt into a pot for all those awake,
Some happened to be gross and malignant.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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