Destroy
I have a god in my wardrobe,
And he speaks to no one like me.
All that is like the god is called destruction
Because it smashed into pieces, into many of them.
I have a goddess in my lounge,
And she talked to no one like me.
I found out one day, another day, that dying was for women,
And also for men. Because both were destroyed.
When? Death has a doorway to pass through,
And it was when the goddess started to speak that I enjoyed life
And all its glories, all its tastes and scents.
I HAD a god and a goddess, but then I lost both,
For they could not look at me with power and might.
Instead, the powers were absent from the falling of both.
I had concluded that destruction is the distraction caused by smashing ornaments.
I want to destroy for the benefit of humanity.
poem by Naveed Akram
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