Vigilant Soul Poem by Naveed Akram

One result will be a word of relationships and customs,
Another can mean a phrase of strong punishment;
What is the judgement of blessed nature and act?
Where do you listen to these monumental figures?

I have a soul and your hands are called a comfortable time,
I must extract the wisdom of the blessed sentries,
I must uphold the law, and become a nationalist;
When does the portrait of a man inspire a man with a portrait?

His words are commanding, impressive and dubious when some
Time has passed away, the lies froth like the sea
And its dominions, what do they lament? Why are they
Upset, in the ways of the soul, the soul is follower of the soul.

My soul is never to be tested, for I am a soul of vigilance,
My supplications and invocations submit to the Lord,
And the punishments are from the self; the answers are
Found in the ground, when death has appeared.