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Wednesday, June 29, 2011

I Sat

I sat a drawing of art to accomplish,
One strange behaviour predominated:
I forsook all hope of engineering my youth,
My youth was adopted for all this purpose.

I set this picture in my mind,
To act and curse, to weakly admire
The real blessing that divinity brings,
All the time, all the time.

May the painter of distinction be aghast
And worship no other deity than me,
For I am this manhood and concern,
I am the enlightened spirit within.
Naveed Akram
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