Intellectuality - Poem by Naveed Akram
An intellectual masters a work he owns,
He is a very ardent man after death has occurred.
With him is a vividness of talk,
Entering nunneries and exiting monasteries
With their messages, like riding a pony
In the night and day.
Deep terrors lurked where he stood,
Understanding him was to master the heavens
And all it consisted of as matter and energy.
The flight to the edge of the world
Made his task in life light,
Different families emphasized their eyes.
All he employed hated his nerves
For he was a sincere intellectual.
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