Desire Of The Forest
Desire shall be lust soon,
While the passion surrounds us.
Hoots and howls corrode my hearing
And eyes falter, to see nothing.
My days connect after too much reading,
Mighty forests of words are around me.
This time a loving teacher as strayedÂ
Into my knowing path.
I am a forest of wise words,
My orchard seems to be myself,
I am just not ready for too many meanings.
I may even die sooner than you think,
Leaving us all, in the sleep.
poem by Naveed Akram
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