Naveed Akram (15 December 1973 / London, England)
Deeds are for the beauty of the doer,
Did he ever stammer and stutter?
Do people combine fortitude with courage?
Yet some of us wage a little war with ourselves,
Thoughts of your shoulder are near.
Deeds of battle must be significant
As they appeal to the worshipers.
Never in the thousands of years of reluctance
Do peace and war converge and unite the person
Who summons the wars.
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