Naveed Akram

A Book

A volume speaks of divine actions and rigorous mathematics
Of the soul as a light of heaven.
A book reads of writing and matter of energy, of work
And the studies binding us in flames and ruination, of pleasure.
A word is like a nothing, a liver and a heart is strangely so,
The merger of phrases have Paradise.

Poem Submitted: Wednesday, February 6, 2008

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  • Indira RenganathanIndira Renganathan (1/22/2010 12:56:00 AM)

    I like the last two lines....a lovely short and cute poem

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  • Ashraful MusaddeqAshraful Musaddeq (5/28/2009 10:20:00 PM)

    Lovely 10

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  • Simone Inez HarrimanSimone Inez Harriman (4/7/2008 5:56:00 PM)

    Awesome... Thank you for the myraid of thoughts. Thank god for books.
    (10 from me)

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