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Monday, April 25, 2011

Writing?

What is he writing? Listen to the sounds
Of the keys, how swiftly his fingers move!
The eager and loveliest minute is a thought above,
It is in that touch, the moving touch of sweetness.
Abhorrent and unlucky are some strokes,
A pen sufficed but now the keys happen.
Putting the quick aside, he breathes and sighs
To see the palaces of gold, and the grand towers
That he is writing.
What is he writing? A message of fresh beauty
Has arisen, to wet the mind and everybody’s spirit.
In the temples of thought is recorded a lesson,
That thoughts are written, and their nature is solid.
Naveed Akram
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