Numbers Are My Masters Poem by Naveed Akram

Numbers Are My Masters



Numbers arrive to devastate me,
I call them by their names and they hurt;
For our search is over and I am beginning
To contemplate on you my brother,
The same man in joy and understanding,
A very heated work of character.
We share the basic beliefs of a number
As far as I can be, and after our life.
The living and the dying of my masters
Are beyond my control, but this job
To sting is to matter too much,
Like the goal of the bees
And singing of birds who are crying;
Numbers can never be,
Words can overtake them
In ways known to men and women
That belch and stutter,
Why do they commit any form
Of bravery?

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Naveed Akram

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