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Tuesday, December 25, 2012

Living Lakes

If I were a living leaf my wonders would cease,
Fierce spirits could unleash their spell on us;
The monuments hiss, church bells swing,
Fellows of the dust amaze me with their cloudiness,
As far as the eye can behold and work.
My living has concerned the elders,
Inside the rich pocket a little has swayed
As the farther father has provoked me
Into buying more fruit for the words.
I have a living leaf inside my soul right now
Withering away like a vanishing atom.
A molecular fault has been sighted,
From the rude quarters and lakes intimidating.
Naveed Akram
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