The Man Rides His Horse
To snare a thought from the deeper mind
Carries a message for the young and old;
This avalanche of my desire is created
By the acts that are mastered by the few.
Then philosophers force their barrels of beer,
The thin men are of the public orders,
The thick men are short and about the aorta
Of the heart, for they are essential beings.
Balanced minds recreate for the majority,
The puzzles are torn into fragments,
Denials are afraid of denials,
And forces are like whole avalanches.
Towards the city a man rides his horse,
They gallop, but he races for his force
Is about the traps in a society,
Fully the society is relentless.
A mind reacts relaxed, with the worst worries,
This agile mind of anger, shall ask for incidents;
The same acts of mine are afoot
With an art of rest - that is the fastest remedy.
poem by Naveed Akram
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