I Lack It
I lack compulsions of the acts that lean on others,
They act like dozens of people who are adders.
Some subtract due to murders, and these are some,
I have to keep in mind solid thoughts, adventures of my album.
The adders do not damage me but lean on my toes with toes,
I have never come to the point of deathblows.
Combine these blows of the body with mind-weapons,
Both are deathblows so close to accusations.
I must enrage no lenient combatant,
And they lean on me for they are adamant.
poem by Naveed Akram
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