Naveed Akram (15 December 1973 / London, England)
Keep adoration in the heart with stars above it,
Without the flower of hatred there are no flowers,
Yet love has started stemming from this bargain.
Love has been deeper than strength of losing,
Friends aid the other sort of spirit,
Friends have some class of character
Like the brittle rods that break towards the ground.
My adorer has housed a secret in his lantern,
That freedom is a kind of liberty, one of the blessings,
One divine measure and condition that hearts have spoken.
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