Life is Enough
I can not care of life itself enough,
But love is in the air, forever there,
Like balls that roll and keep us anywhere,
We love the being of those balls that bluff.
To see this life as primitive is tough,
For those in life have dusk as one affair,
The end of day, the ends of light and air,
Ask fear, ask danger as a risk so rough.
But life exists at dawn when love is dear,
Love keeps us real and clear, offending now,
As that being collects from risk abroad.
Today the weather has the atmosphere,
As if the Sun crawls forward to allow
Us secrets having wit to be so awed.
poem by Naveed Akram
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