A Strong Love
This very love fastens onto my shirt of strength,
I cannot speak unless my ties and buttons move;
This tooth and these feet make disorder from nowhere,
Eating the dinner is labour for the forces are at the world.
May different messengers draw the eyes, draw the shapes
Of a sketch that meant distinction in the ranks of the wealthy.
All my disasters are natural of love, ears consider as much as my eyes,
The wages of a heart repent on me, inside the strong brain
Is a counselling service of whims and wishes all-powerful.
The very love of all myself contained in buckets of deeds
Shall overflow and spill out like the burden so beloved.
poem by Naveed Akram
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