Naveed Akram - Scraping

To scrape the ground believes in my one soul,
Fatigue and vision saw the real rocks now,
Toys spring entirely, forcing somehow,
My stones exert and exhaust me to coal.

For one second, I stray like one patrol,
Evading her, with souls that wince in row,
Reflecting devils one heard with a bow,
The innocence of some is loud, you troll!

A gap appeared for me to free myself,
The hole was big, bigger than you and me,
To hide from them all, like suns twitching all.
I see now this, and those who turn to self,
The will to live inverts one’s destiny,
I like devoted ones, the playing ball.

Naveed Akram

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