Medicine

Peace grows out of joy for the unity of brethren,
I fell for light, forging a plan towards an acceleration;
It left a print of power, joyous beauty was about,
I fetched the box offered to me as sign of the bout
That kept wishes and sauces, the result of anarchy
From the bad food eaten, calling for the need of dermatology.
Doctors inspired peace, that summoned heaven,
It accepted us by sudden manoeuvres, from the churchman.
Heavenly medicine is a token of beautiful enterprise,
The medicine to taste guesses and does anaesthetize.

poem by Naveed Akram
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