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Falling From Heaven
Above are the heavens where we construct our thoughts,
Then falling, we consolidate the learning with refreshment.
Water has flowed, we entice the growth of human structure,
Wasting is a disease, of the self, over a fountain we enjoy.
Falling again, the stage has arrived to embitter me and my comrades.
False attention I proclaim, fellowship is my control,
Join him or her to the self, as a controlling soul,
Marry the other, marry the others, with dignity
And you fall from slumber and enter nervous feelings
That scare you into a school of slumber, the stage we enter.
Slumber is a supper to be deserted from,
Away must you fall into the earth and its air
Falling not floating, forcing the ground to be studied by oneself.
poem
by
Naveed Akram
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