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Tuesday, November 12, 2013

Why Am I Chosen?

Why have I chosen the priests to work hard inside?
There is a stern reason to this simplicity,
This light of joy that springs from the woods,
And it survives with a long life of right.
My fair lady has arisen from the deep trenches
And requested some war of the days
Fitting within the guns and minds of men.
I shall never suffer again, I shall be chosen from you
To oversee the waves that draw back and envelop
The quarters of heaven.
My moon lies sweet,
My moon is sweet,
And I shall never suffer again!
Naveed Akram
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