Some Have Kindness

Some abuse others due to lack of kindness,
Or they shout into their ears with abusiveness.
Achiness is the solute of the body,
I calm some of us who speak with nobody.

This busybody is me, the fine world,
A swirl is created in the air, you have swirled!
My job was to protect yourself and myself
Leaving my own soul and yours on the shelf.

The books of Latin and Greek are too fine,
Like the expertise I have exhibited, I have aligned;
Please me now with your sudden news,
It tells nothing of any breakthroughs.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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