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Friday, March 6, 2009

Go To Work!

Go to the score, go to work,
While my feet arouse the comfort
By sitting down, by lying down
And resting.
When do roads build a future?
And when does rest happen to unrest
On the world’s shoulder?
On this part of the body we raise a doubt
Of sudden thought, of a blind attack
On the rest of the world we live in.
This score is leaving its mark
On the real right world.
Go to the end of this world to deliver
Its message as a rainbow does
With splendour.
Go to work on this day!
Naveed Akram
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