Libraries From Above Poem by Naveed Akram

The date of libraries in heaven is fixed,
The treasures within shall be asked,
Words filter, worlds complain and adjust
To the divine splendours.

This earth must listen to the words within,
The meanings in-between the lines boringly
Contaminate the soil of this father called Earth,
His mutterings come from words half-spoken.

A heavenly boulder exerts the lenient one
To confer with the majesties and utter
The words that deserve the praise of
The enthroned ones up in the heavens.

The date of the libraries in heaven is fixed,
Take your borrowed books and return them
To the earth, with all the words to think,
Without the letters that can beam on us.