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To Climb
I tread and swallow, just swallow my food,
Altitude is high, and higher when arguments are argued.
Beauty was halved and the old mountain stood,
It was looking like boyhood, just now it was advanced in life, not babyhood.
Inside this cliff of wonder were caves, and inside these shelters were crystals
And diamonds, jewels, beads of delight, also there were angels.
Inside the angels light had irritated us and our soul,
The adoration overwhelmed, the angels were control.
The police are against us as we climb this rugged and steep alp,
It is hard to endeavour such great heights, to expose the scalp.
poem
by
Naveed Akram
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