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This Crime
The want of this crime is astronomical,
Feeling like the weight of a star, like our own
That shines in heaven’s quarters,
As if it smiled upon our face everyday.
This crime harasses us day by day,
Feeling us like heat and never losing the effect,
It is astronomical.
The fight of a century was boundless
Like the infinite chasm called space
Where our family resides,
In a palace we call the stars.
The crime of a century has been committed
Like the message has been conveyed,
To too many people.
poem
by
Naveed Akram
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