The Ground

The ground I tear from my legs
When gravity is a religion I trust.
The earth managed the stones to hold
My running and walking and breathing.
My agony and sweating is like fondling
The actions so desired, so overwhelming.
Mighty quakes occur, mighty realms adjust,
But may we also decline the invitation.
This ground is only from the world,
Only we act and we use, we only walk.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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