Strange Love Poem by Naveed Akram

Let me supply you with love,
Stations of this quality abide
In the inner circles of this world,
This world that widely worships
And curses all of the horrors.
Let me decide for my followers,
Who love my ideals due to me,
Like the innocent primate, and the
Offending germ is always near.

The cells seem to love a stranger,
His stare is alone and fierce,
Offending the bacteria of long life;
Why does the stranger near me
With his staring eyes glaring at
The soul that is owned by my heart?
The heart is a delicate machine
Of shining brilliance, a love is inside
The very heart of the heart.