Proud Coast

He believed me when I said to guess
The right natures of a woman in command.
Without the mathematics of rigidity
We cannot find the woman of dreams.
I am not bland, nor do I demand
The exact price for a good or equipment.
The cowards of a city are like no other,
They receive their prize to depress the majority.
The cheekiness exhibited by the right women
Are like the land with war, and the sea in action.
A fire is killed by women, but the men of elation
Pride themselves in their coast land.

poem by Naveed Akram
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