You Love Hurt Poem by Naveed Akram

You love the lover who mends your heart,
In this mediation of strengths a lovely event
Pretends to curtail the brilliance of life.
My shot arrow sends its glint and rattle
To the hearer’s heart, once cold and once
Hot, a reality is a mistaken reality.
You love the bartered men who see their
Other lives like that of eye and ear.
You beautify the lovely hands of your own,
But some of your friends demand the luxury
Of seeing your handsome face instead.
This heart yearns for the hurt too speedily,
It creates a blessed account and decides
The monologues to curve a region in India,
Or sternly obey the fixtures so made by
Buddha, that monk of great learning,
This monk of meditation, this form of thinking.