The Wrong World

A world of wrong has overcome me,
Inside I feel not wanted, not ever in my anatomy.
Any pride has been depleted due to anger
That swayed from side to side, like danger.
This intrepid author acted like action of the road,
This road meandered through the different abode.
An adventure is issuing from our mouths,
Like months of torture and sweeping changes and droughts.
A world of hatred erupted due to anarchy
From another continent, with a monarchy.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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