Open the Window

Open any window, then wind enters
Hostile weathers do arise from the sun,
As far as eyes see, the ultimate warrior
Causes me to resent the sunny climate.
Gorgeous faces wish a face of sorrow
Whenever you glance at faces too long.
How are your golden plans in answer
To interrogation committed by the sun.
Open any window, worry when there is gold
In your lovely life, a love is near.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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