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Thursday, February 25, 2016

In This Deed

In this deed another deed ties,
By the clear ones who see into
Introductions, and interactions,
By the piercing stars lightly bestowing.

I see a wide angle, a weird light,
From a well that never ends in its
Depths, a foolish winning has been
Achieved by the losing lights.

My sacred men are like folding garments,
My servants are not slaves, and
Many enjoy the relaxation, medicine
Revolves around the brain.

I must relax you before the uprising,
A warning shot is sounded aright,
Then boulders are thrown to acts
That swear to the allegiance of the night.
Naveed Akram
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