Naveed Akram (15 December 1973 / London, England)
Very upsetting the eyes became sore,
The soreness can be contemplated;
One thinking moment enables the ideals
To vanish and appear like the cursor.
Eyes shall convey their wishes too well,
Ears become one of the clouds in the sky;
The attacks of the air shall be water of the sea,
Like the submarines of the whole war.
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