To scrape the ground believes in my one soul, <br />Fatigue and vision saw the real rocks now, <br />Toys spring entirely, forcing somehow, <br />My stones exert and exhaust me to coal. <br /> <br />For one second, I stray like one patrol, <br />Evading her, with souls that wince in row, <br />Reflecting devils one heard with a bow, <br />The innocence of some is loud, you troll! <br /> <br />A gap appeared for me to free myself, <br />The hole was big, bigger than you and me, <br />To hide from them all, like suns twitching all. <br />I see now this, and those who turn to self, <br />The will to live inverts one’s destiny, <br />I like devoted ones, the playing ball.<br /><br />Naveed Akram<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/scraping/
