An Island

Where there is an arrow there is thought,
Inside the island is a disease so welcome,
These layers of thought are in the mind,
Opening tragedy and comedy as well

My islands are numerous like the particles,
Sayings are deplored and welcomed,
But we are numbers and words in the end,
Like the praises of the head and heart.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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