Thrust
Thrust us with brilliance, how didn’t I realize?
Poke me with fun as murderers advise,
In this is wisdom, my wisdom that has shattered
Many souls of evil, those eager people who mattered.
Why are your traits inwardly colossal like giants?
Your giant has too much of that science.
Heaven holds about a tonne of food
Inside that which can delude.
We remind ourselves of the heat and agitation,
Healed are we on this hour of decapitation.
poem by Naveed Akram
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