Yahya Naqvi
She rattles faith
An illusion of peace
Tried every bait
But can't be seized
Cunning
Bold
And Beautiful
Magical
Shrewd
But Intangible
Her favorite color is gold
And I need to let her go
She captures souls
Engulfs the hearts
Unquenchable thirst
That never departs
Soothing
Intoxicating
But Temporary
Melody
Rhythm
And contemporary
She sings through the radio
And I need to let her go
She does appeal
But is not real
She does attract
But it's an act
She is magnetic
But all synthetic
Must gather my whit
So I can split
Pull together my act
So I can detach
From the source
I must divorce...
Dunya
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