Heating The Cells Poem by Naveed Akram
Heating The Cells
The heating of layers of the soul
Is so precious for the upkeep of life;
Scorching the cells, we define
A real-time tragedy too scorching.
We are cold and dismayed with me,
Burning boats of dreams are with us,
Little do they rest with mightiness,
And less is the empowerment of you.
My uttermost has been served,
My heating is a scalding trait:
The opposite of weaponry,
But the same devastation.
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