Strategy

Yours is the strategy forthcoming and straightforward,
Blindingly followed by troops of disciples,
Jostled by the real strategy and realer men,
Fortress I dream of to solve the unsolvable.

Many words are afraid of this courageous upturn,
I say it is the upturn, and a bend in directed sense,
Prudent sense and upturn, beautiful way of Life.
Death is not the result of beauty and extra beauty is.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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