A Morning

Dates are a melody of supreme joy,
Master them by your memory, do not destroy;
The years of memory fill us and entertain,
When our feelings are full as if in an air plane.
Ascertain again why our emotions confuse,
Why do we shudder, lose and amuse?
This day kidnaps the night before so well,
It is sunrise not sunset, when the moon fell.
One new morning gives creation to health,
Those who speak use their legs to work with stealth.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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