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The Game Of Senses
That domination loathed me when I danced
And sang my way home, further than the sun.
Those who dominate shall reach the maturity,
Anybody with a reality to conceive shall inherit.
That domination lessened my fortune, futile relic,
This fortune is futile relics, full-time religion.
Blindness mastered by some can bring new sight,
Whereas the deaf-eared regain their senses once again.
poem
by
Naveed Akram
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