Passengers

An energetic flow has emerged for the innocent,
You are death when in stubbornness;
Gorgeous pain subsides forming us in splendour,
The death of a man struggled once more.

The flow so travelled is like that of pain,
Internal pains are collected for the passenger;
Customs have rules for the splendour,
A passenger requires heraldry to despise.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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