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Sunday, March 27, 2016

Hand On Your Brain

Your hand on your brain,
Your hand on your own,
This brain cries from a day
That forsakes a time of life.

This sentence is prose,
But my poetry forsakes you,
And my difficulties create
New joys that overwhelm.

Your hand is driven to death,
Deaths become a sanity,
Dead men walk towards the stars,
And the living shall erect monuments.

One life is enough to master
The world of words and wise
Answers, a solution becomes
A modern worry too exciting.
Naveed Akram
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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