Loved Poem by Naveed Akram

I love those in need of it,
When they loved me mostly due to innocence.
My living and my dying is exact,
Our brethren refer to their tomes and sages
For this exactness to be accomplished,
For our learning confounds the oppressors of life,
Who want our cycles and loops to stumble.
The reminding is superior with those in love,
For when you love those in need of it
They shimmer, and swim along rivers of milk,
For sweet love is engineered by those who rule
The lovers and the loved.