Naveed Akram (15 December 1973 / London, England)
Where moons are peeping at your nose
Running with vigour and deep knowledge,
You perform a dramatic leap, frightening and deep,
Like the lakes lighting the fog.
When reluctant people swarm and swim
We observe the requests of fair ones,
Philosophical men who empower the muscles
That wet their beliefs from under the nose.
Thinkers weep, and their causes tearfully drop,
The causes are stronger than the weak;
Thinking happened from the brain of wit,
Rising from the whole head and heart.
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