My Living And Dying

Repelling and rebelling, smelling like a toad,
This soldier has a message so like a road.
Enclose him in words, as a dead man lurks
In the bushes, in the trees where he works.
Much trekking was ending, testing
And demanding, but then the march was cresting.
This dash, a mighty explosion came here,
With the power to maim my silly brain, near.
Repel the intruder, justice has empowered me,
A boat of bodies swims near, just to see.
Kill them those enemies, the soldier and the sergeant
Is near, for all the swimming and the abhorrent.
I see the end, roses come near to finish the imagination,
My living and dying created a fortune, from an abomination.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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