The Sin Present

Those present shall amplify the sin,
Coming to the foreground is wise;
You are a talent of strength,
And absence has disappeared.
We sting and squirm like rocks of lead,
Finding the heat unbearable,
Internally we lament and feel joy as well.
There the guards find guests of the world,
And the present torture is overwhelming.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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