Divine Mystery Poem by Naveed Akram

Saying is precious due to sizes of atoms,
The molecular structures of some are weak,
The weakness of the strong muscles escapes,
But internal happiness reckons its justice.

We see a divine mystery according to the eyes,
Open them now that the disease has escaped,
To find this healthy aroma we plunge into catacombs
That respire and shoot their deadly gases.

Tonight the yawn of a cloud has erased a current of air,
This wind witnessed by some heralds the victory
Of a former age, that decline of a respectable man,
That ease of some hardship so sought after.