Naveed Akram

(15 December 1973 / London, England)

From Death


The great heat of a man in the holes where they perish
Is the world for him, when hot dealings from death.

A man shall cry from the heat when in the deepest ways,
The depths speak loudly of heat and arisings from death.

One murderer is not like a foolish man but the worst,
The heat of the sun can not master his bearings from death.

A grave has become attached to his soul, accepted by him,
And then fright shall be accepted from an angel of the buildings of death.

Then all of humanity congratulates the life of the good standard,
When the Lord spoke loudly of us who are doers of blessings from death.

The reality has been announced by the deepest parts of the Hereafter,
Life and annihilation are opposites, the real dead shall have briefings from death.

Open the gates of this Paradise, where honey has been sold
In rivers, milk has flowed out clearly with coatings from the Death.

Submitted: Friday, July 02, 2010
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