My Commiserations

My commiserations go to the ones who love me,
Intact, our love grows from the heart of the action.
Play with the energy of love to fulfill your goals,
My condolences are never needed say some.
Many acts of love are in haste, but the eyes of hate
And ears of awareness see a variety of thought.
Those engaged in a career cause the followers,
And I sympathize with them for their own efforts.
Love brings joy to the community of believers
Who act never strangely nor crossly nor wrongly.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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