Love Is A Prison

Love has a prison for the deeds and words
That a person produces from food and water.
His gaze is upon the eyes surrounding him,
His love is supreme, beautiful and enticing.

Much is demanded from the incorrupt and virtuous,
Just as deep affection has brought love in entirety;
Benefit please from the love nearby, the love not remote
Or the love of money and fortune.

Such love is unparallel, utmost and extreme, not honest,
Not led into fire and ease.
Rather, the blood flows from the economy
Like the piping of a water company.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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