A Long Love
Why is it
that I no longer love
your boots?
Never care for me
now that love has lost
its shadow.
A shadow of doubt
denies our past,
with its grasp on your wrists
aching the arms as a start.
Love conquers
the only blood offered
to a god who admires
his creation.
Why do we
cancel the clothes we wear
in the history of our life?
poem by Naveed Akram
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