Solitary Mountain

Secluded life stings to the bone,
Opening the thrusts and accusations;
We feel like the emotions of the past,
Positions of strength are laid down in writing.
Books of strong appeal are awaking from the ground,
The graves are ill and can never be kept by weakness.
This life results in seclusion to see,
To hear the solitary life is allowed,
Cheering and shouting is afoot,
On the mountaintop is a result of cheapness.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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