Green Signal
I cannot stop her pallets of love
And to me she is like a beautiful dove
I will be a man without her as a man without vim
Infuse into her breath to either float or swim
No more sleeping pills no more time to kill
Love works wonder have everything to fulfill
To vainly glorify or not is not the case
To mould the fate of frolicsome race
And to speak the genre of truth as it is
Because the heart meets where the breath is
No one knows engagement as substantial need
Signing the oath as you count the bead
Sowing the seeds in the veritable bed of smug
Letting punch-and-Judy-show to harvest like a sparkplug
poem by Hafiz Qasim
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