Forfeit

You have goals and rights of course,
Better to say never than sorry,
Bright and light the soldiers of delight,
To find new meaning in the desperate few,
Who live a life of so many boredoms and morally upheld
They are!

Your worship is always the beginning so you end as well,
From inside the books I carry the liver and heart,
For each heart I carry a mirror, and for each liver a prayer,
So you discover which goal to bury under your nose.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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