The Few
I am different on the few who do wrong,
They fought forever on the sides of music;
Inner beauty was against them, for they carried
Great effort.
Puzzles were solved by the evil ones,
Their laughter said anger, and zeal
For the sides to win that were adored.
We only fix a station of contemplation
That attached significance.
We only give remedy to a woman or man
Of perfection.
He or she is a child of innocence, an adult of pride,
Forming inside their soul is a new bright light
That shimmers and wonders for all time.
Inner beauty has played a game inside the worrying mind,
So that philosophers think of beauty itself.
poem by Naveed Akram
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