Run On

Run smoothly against the slopes overheating the legs,
A castle is built for the kingdom to arrive at the doorstep.
Many hypocrites define my actions as insane,
However much I warn myself on encountering them.
A chasm attacks me when my darkness is thin,
The deep ravine of sights reminds me of more light.
Run in a broken manner to become a man,
Transfer the guilt that was built by becoming a man.
Again fix the eyes and ears for the enjoyment too slim,
Open corridors of pain too fine, so involved everyone is.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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