You Are No More My Leader Poem by Akhtar Jawad
You Are No More My Leader
My body is the home,
sweet home of my soul,
I know my shoulders are blocked,
I know my arms are giving pains to me,
but I know, too,
my disease is curable,
I shall not go to anyone else,
they are not good friends,
they will cut my hand
and sell out to the traders
of human body parts.
I shall control my disease,
by suitable foods and exercises.
I am sure a day will come,
when I shall be perfectly all right.
I condemn the devil in me
an agent of selfish greedy curers.
The devil with his crocodile tears,
is crying for help,
to the enemy's of my body.
Ignorant, abnormal and foolish devil,
I shall not allow you anymore,
to lead the affairs of my lovely body,
it's future of my offshoots,
I shall get rid of you,
you are no more my leader.
When a leader becomes mentally abnormal we should get rid of him.
My body is the vessel for my mind and yet it betrays me with age. I agree with you, dear Akhtar, I will not let it control or get the best of me
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4/19/2024 12:05:38 PM # 1.0.0.1119
It is not of our making. The situation is often thrust upon us by forces sneak into our existence and become a part of it. Let us be watchful to thwart such attempts and regain the control of ourselves without compromise. Thanks. I quote: I condemn the devil in me Ignorant, abnormal and foolish devil, an agent of selfish greedy curers.