I Name It - Poem by Naveed Akram
I despair with naming the few causes,
Are they the causes of your despair?
Where is the answer to all your wishes?
When it is sound, the names get fonder
And fonder, to reflect the astonished ones
Who despair and overly relent so as to be hit.
I am speaking form the heart,
Like a fond person of a ridiculous position,
The same author of the same book,
Reflecting the sums and differences
Of a reality that embarks on life’s adventure,
Inside the science, outside the walls of cities?
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