One Bastion
One bastion so burdening and cruel is like a nocturnal visit,
Its light inside enlightens us more than anything else;
Fulfilment has come about, for the internal light has spoken,
Traversing the air with sound as well - an explosion is heard!
One hears of such events, a bastion is burnt forming new life,
Then a new life has replaced the old life, and the old ones
Count as blessings, too much vitality is with them.
Vital signs showed us the way to safety, this is a volcano
Beginning to erupt, as the lava has flowed within us.
One only is allowed, the others are just not existent,
Force is the direction we become, forceful means is needed.
To conquer this good noise one forsakes the bastion,
And then the bastion surrenders to the crime,
For we shall fight on with our bastion, once enlightened.
poem by Naveed Akram
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