Cure For It
Fright has a readiness all of its own,
No matter the sacred nature of your one.
Feeding I gain of the insane individuals,
Liars of mind and feelers of dread.
I see beyond the reason and unreason
To criticise a man or woman who is in fright.
poem by Naveed Akram
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