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The Sword
Give me the sword,
Worlds of action, contaminator;
Attacks are brief, and deserters
Fetch their cowardice and the act.
My acts numberless, I refrain from new
Thoughts making me sudden in ideas,
The well of beliefs shudders by.
Give me your sword in this place
And time, throw it where I can slide,
Your demands are completely outstanding
Since the hands of mine see why.
The combat shall murder the mind,
Another godly helper is divine
And seeks victory always.
poem
by
Naveed Akram
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