The unseen but your shape and image
Beyond the creation of the mind
A cause of serious ailment,
Yet cure is no where save in you.
No heart so hardened beyond your
Penetration and no heart so hard to
Destroy you.
The young, the old, the men, but
The women need you most.
Many souls are tempted be them
In sadness or in joy. Let them be
In agony, let them cry or rejuvenate,
No soul can play odd so far you exist.
It’s so ridiculous to make a ‘boohoo’ cry.
A soul at forty behaves the same.
© NURA AHMAD 2008
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