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Friday, December 21, 2012

Toys And Tomes

Toys discard the real gestures towards pain
And the families at the end of the world stay
As familiar ones would in the same day.

My offerings are to be hated and their voice
Excites me as much as the ruins of the runes
Inhabiting my dusty tomes of rock and stone.

Toys for the toy soldiers are greater than
The long number of masses with real
Volume and molecular cohesion.

Let the soldiers of war be comforters,
Their stay on this world is a word
Of the reality that is buried in books.
Naveed Akram
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