Utterly Overflowing Poem by Naveed Akram

One is dry when the rain utters its faith,
The seas collect, the worship occurs once more.
When glory arrives in the soul we celebrate the tears
Of our fellowship, glorifying the souls of the love and heart.

One is overflowing with water of the holy sight and hearing,
Inside the islands of our fellowship, training the feet.
So loudly we talk, so utterances pour like rain and sleet,
Inside the rivers of our joining and enjoining.

Our horses saddled, we fight and fly like the ignitions of youth,
Letting the knowledge of gore exterminate the masses.
Our mounts are restored once more, glory imagines itself,
Then the rain and storms gather like the facts of humanity.