Love So Certain
How certain is the love we sought so near?
The loves of certainty are great and dark,
My hatred goes to those I hate and bark
Near emptiness and justice to appear.
Some loathe, some bend the action so austere:
That of the love we seek, of that ballpark,
A reading has it off, with one birthmark,
That angry little light became the fear.
Why do they pray? Why do they master me?
Young months cause fear, youth has my trust tonight,
Just like the youngsters blue, the minor ones.
This job is prized, one acted correctly,
Like one child forcing appetite,
The reading of a book, flight of falcons.
poem by Naveed Akram
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