The Psyche
Upon the complicating psyche we move very fast,
And this was as new as the message progressed by nature;
A natural environment is already upon us
From the even pleasure, from whatever will seem.
Sometimes in front of the winds and rains,
Within the doors and entrances are passages
Of art and writings that abhor our worlds
In collisions and mighty battles.
In its growth, the world shall be full of earth,
Discovering an author of reputed thoughts
That sway and say like hidden dinosaurs,
The evil matters are the evil monsters of our nights.
poem by Naveed Akram
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