Hearts Of Men Poem by Naveed Akram

The saintly person next to me is as good as silk and shadows,
He risks no darkness, but light he fed into the hearts of men.

My bedroom houses the knight of supreme cleverness,
His shrewdness is the highest form bred in the hearts of men.

Loathing the master of travel will guarantee no travel of right,
So then in this journey of life the work lead, from the hearts of men.

Misters and madames suggest instead the love to flow and fold
Into many garments, ready for the Lord to be the Head, verily from the hearts of men.

The heart shall speak so lovingly to the sword and inquire
What will investigate the whole ritual ahead of the hearts of men.

One fool is not two, or two be three, justice speaks wonders
When served, for the wrong judgements misled, not in the hearts of men.

My own leader is full of thanks for the Lord On His Throne,
Let him support us and our very bodies, to embed in the hearts of men.