Real Lord Poem by Naveed Akram

The reality that is before us quietly glistens
From the heart that utters what the words are;
Speech capsizes, thought overrides, as before,
As a real gesture of benevolence.
The real friend is the one who resides
In the heavens with such politeness.
Speaking through a minor action
His thoughts have travelled straight like light,
Filling the cosmos with objectives
And turning items that seem to glisten.
Mutter the praise of your Lord,
For letters are apt for the task ahead,
A destination awaits us for the reasons are clear.