Awe In Stages Poem by Naveed Akram

Awe has trickled into a jar of young habitats,
Lands admire our solutions of a prized promotion.
These lands are in hearts of adoration and love,
We became the servants of peace, inner beauty.

Glory is in the laces and shoes, we are running rivers,
The towers of our people climb with standard shoes and boots.
The woes of our strengths submerge united with the waters,
Glory is in us when we strongly admire the inner soul.

Let' s make peace once we fall, from asking questions,
One day the world will realise its place like the stars of the cosmos.
This multiverse objects to rumours of stages that undermine,
These stages are my stages of your stages, no magnet understands.