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Thursday, November 24, 2011

Look Around

Look for me, and then realise I am behind you,
I see you breathing when words connect.
The tiniest house is upset, for one word,
And another word judges the meaning of living.
This house is upset physically.
The Walls are damaged
Like my head, and the legs we walk with
Are dead.
This bigger joke deletes the record,
For you have no essentials,
And so the meaning is that of living -
You are barely alive,
But God is with You.
Naveed Akram
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