Inside Us

Inside the flesh are parasites,
Fully blessed for their bites.
One invents the pleasure for the life,
But bugs do not become your wife.
Instead, the existence loves me more
If I contract my muscles and then adore.
This adoration benefits, masters my store
Of facts and my store of knowledge to explore.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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