Stuff of Disease

Through the light of learning we have certainty
That all which infests our soul is a dramatic illness
When we drink of false imitations
And false dreams.

With the very light of knowledge
There is always an inner sight
From the heart we describe and feel,
An inner longing is subjected to us
Due to the fountain of knowledge.

When knowledge of certain characteristics
Comes to our awareness, we are not deceived.
We are revering it and purifying,
So that the fraction of character is learnt,
And thus the stuff of disease is expelled.

poem by Naveed Akram
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