With Concussion Is His Fire Poem by Naveed Akram

Resting with concussions I slide with results,
A ceremonious thinking strategy has been applied.
Much to the distaste of enemies, I slide into a room
Where martyrdom has occurred, to feel engrossed in God.
The sight of your blessings causes him to strike fear into Satan,
Those buzzes tear Satan from an understanding of bliss.
Instead, the reality has been concluded
And it has encased him in the ultimate existence of misery - Fire!
Rest and compassion felt good and never do transgressors
Flounder in their handsome paths to the beginning of plenty.