Mortals

Deathless ones preach new events every time they speak,
In front of everyone, always for the vicinity.
Death has conquered only those who speak ill,
Offering chastity as a substitute for this ailment
Is the best ingredient of a solution of problems,
All of the plates to eat, all the food to drink.
Chaste men and women adjust according to what they attain,
And purity shall quench the thirst of a proper person.
Deathless ones are the same as immortals,
And I have been a more than usual mortal.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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