Ceremonies - Poem by Naveed Akram
She is a master of ceremonies,
Stronger and more muscular;
Where are the learners of homes?
The real magic is awake and alone.
My woman of dress is not me,
For the ceremonious ones are left,
To include dress and attire -
The tie is faster to wear by men.
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