Treasure Island

Naveed Akram

(15 December 1973 / London, England)

Wise Steps


The glory that escapes the glories has been admired
Through and through, little do they know the wisdom,
Little do they know a surprise attack from behind and in front,
Lulling the air with such brilliant silence.
The goals of a glorious end have such bright work,
To be obscure is nothing of this realm or universe,
Too many have been slain by those pondering on
The annihilation to come, this last forever has been.
The eternal quiet says we utter from milk imbibed
In a way too great, by the seekers of rich honey.
To reach a sainthood requires luck and patience
So that the sense of his step irritates no-one.

Submitted: Monday, December 30, 2013
Edited: Monday, December 30, 2013

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