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My Virtues
My virtues can be recorded by people,
Who are led on a regular basis by my own headship.
How does cruelty ever shine on a real basis
With cars to revolve on the Earth,
And windows to be shattered into pieces?
The accidents are numerous, as even the rituals
Speed up entertainment, the long haul concerned all.
My virtue converts into reality, it is blue as the whole sky
And forests over the moon are witnessed by the alien ones,
Their virtue carried pain, yet mine not.
There is meaning in places of under water as well,
For it is wet, it is dry, and never are there fish-people.
poem
by
Naveed Akram
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