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Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Eyes

Eyes are arriving at my senses,
Policies of hearts, kissing a management.
Ears abide in a heavenly odour,
Full of pride and ache.
My eyes burst against desire when I fall
Into a stupor, into relaxation.
The death of beautiful eyes
Bought a catcher of cats
As no mother or father could buy.
The police have words when spoken to
About the recent bravery,
About the eye and nose.
Naveed Akram
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