The Conflicts Poem by Prem Nizar Hameed

The Conflicts



When the arrival of my death delays
My life is blamed for having been born here;
As the life becomes bitter and tasteless,
Even food for sustenance gives no taste;
Such thought process is the true reflection
Of the conflicts between two different attitudes
Of a retired family man and a tireless writer

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