Harassment
A harassed heart finds humanity,
Dripping from a blade and scythe;
The staggering achievements are fed
To lions of strength and breathing.
The spots I find the tempest corrode me,
As my harassment is without cessation.
Rest on earth that bends so oddly and dreamily,
Rest on it until hearts rend asunder into smithereens.
Light is a twin for divine particles
Existing from an array of hope.
Where there is a spot of dreariness,
I spot the spot on which I stand to comprehend.
poem by Naveed Akram
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