Looting
You believe in the looting of few,
The voice of love betrays nobody.
If telling and doing is about
Then why do you achieve like a speech?
You are still, and motionless is another,
For both believe in manly affairs.
The stride of a life is the stride of living,
Many dyes of pain, many are in pleasure.
The voices loudly echo when they follow
Other voices, instead whispering is about.
poem by Naveed Akram
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