Some Who Care
A defect seems appalling to some who care,
Surely the experience is solid for those in care.
Dangers surround us when we are awake,
Leading us astray, opening the wall.
My defence offends me, destroys me and you,
The thoughts are slender, fully absorbing,
To the defence and the prosecution.
My disappointments are numbered,
Kicking my mind, and my torso.
poem by Naveed Akram
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