You have goals and rights of course,
Better to say never than sorry,
Bright and light the soldiers of delight,
To find new meaning in the desperate few,
Who live a life of so many boredoms and morally upheld
They are!
Your worship is always the beginning so you end as well,
From inside the books I carry the liver and heart,
For each heart I carry a mirror, and for each liver a prayer,
So you discover which goal to bury under your nose.
Naveed Akram
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/forfeit/
