In This Youth

An arrangement does pretend in this youth,
Under this array of tricks there is truth.
May we join the hands and feet with kisses
And leave our surrender to what dismisses.
I gather the fodder for the plants and animals
Together with the morning and angels.
I love these creatures of the farm,
As much as geese and my arm.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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