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They Cannot See
Their eyes can not see what to hear,
The path is so strange we do not bear.
Childhood is weak in surrendering
To the way I have explained, the way God is crafting
Openly, for our intellect, and our song-
This song has might and power,
Due to special measures,
Duty arises from this.
I call him a God when he has proven his way,
This is exactly why my life is obeyed.
poem
by
Naveed Akram
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