Repeat The Words
Repeat the words you cared about since you were a child,
Yesterday these sentences meant nothing, just mere points;
Then ideas came to fruition, like a fixed price,
One that wants the same gift, the same appeal and charisma.
My words are with respect about respect, as if you died today,
In this wheel of fortune I condemn the weak and distressed.
My angles are the same as words that struggle with loves
In the same nature, the very natural business of my youth.
Kind are the phrases that adjust and believe once forgotten,
These angry voices subdue the ordinary individual, the one.
May sides of victorious energy complete a real wheel and circle.
My repetitive and obsessive habits command respect for the times,
Never are the words alike in one sequence, forming them is easy.
I confer with Indians and Tigers of the jungle, I see them in print,
Letting us see notes of you and me and him, the people are singing!
poem by Naveed Akram
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