Following the Force
Going to force is following force,
Gears of talking can allow us,
Huts of pleasure will revisit
After the hazards are eased.
Merely we are human, human as most beings
In this world and existence.
Gone to hellish places, an exactly ugly being
Caned his older self, and worst pleasures became.
Huts of pain are paid by the caning of an evil man,
Men do not speak, merely they argue,
Quick is the conversation we find,
Arguing is resented, arguing will commend
The argument and nothing else.
Forces are like danger, and when hells are won
We design a more dangerous abode
For the soul, encasing with mind.
poem by Naveed Akram
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