O Lovely One
In the end is a prize so exact and demanding,
This event can kill everybody, as one is able.
The life of a thousand lovers reacts to loving souls,
Their generation beguiles the generations.
The wishes of the people are outstanding,
Genes shall appal and make you qualify.
The loving individual appals nobody but himself,
Himself, it is Himself that He loves more than love itself.
poem by Naveed Akram
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