When Questioned

To linger in the night requires patience,
Reading the pages of a book.
To wade into the day after sleep
Gains the subjects and goals of life.
We have patience, boredom and denigrated being
When questioned, but hardly do questions
Mean interrogation.
Our quest is stronger in difficulty,
Our leading of the strength we deliver
Is the sharply furious quest.
But where is the night?
It is hidden from us, when strength is applied.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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