A King Nods Poem by Naveed Akram

A king has been nodded by my baton,
The richer members of this court object.

By scholars a sacred writing contest is in progress,
A queen has angered the will of the thinkers.

Grace shall enter the palace courtyard, with wishes
From a genie to behold the sights of the floating city.

My angry state is subjected to calmness of the soul,
For the soul thanks every soul for being a role.

The heavenly gates open and command the faithful
To enter and become their pleasures or relishes.

To be devoid of hellfire is like the whole of good,
I have seen the commanding being of the One.