This World

In this world of acres there is all being,
Collecting weeds to kill and degrade,
All creation subjugates the senses.

My world is full of weeds my way,
Killing them of their existence,
Letting the universe expand.

This endangerment of the community gathers,
Speaking of floods and ruination at once,
The waves transform, tsunami ensue and annex.

This day is stronger with pity than the rest,
It reminds me of death and hardship grand,
This night is surging with water, and never dies.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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