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Friday, January 26, 2018

The Happiness Of Conquest

The happiness of conquest is being a conspiracy of strength,
I want every man to hear of love and mercy, and not only
The joy of parting with people and characters of good length.
I wept last night due to illness and virtues conquered lately,
Like a balloon has crept with its fire, and a ball has rolled.
The happiness of knowledge is as the throne of God in heaven,
So defeat your open enemy like love and mercy, like good character.

I want my deep sigh to be aflame, my virtues are numbered,
The lamp of my heart is fading in its potency to out-polish a shoe.
My dying is for the One we return to, offering our shapes,
Our Sea of droplets, forsaking the air and earth in a second.
There are three moments in this world: sacred, long, and short;
Our Sea of words will object to the fountain of black water,
And in these three moments, my life is discovered by a mystery.
Naveed Akram
Topic(s) of this poem: defeat,happy
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