Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 20,314 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Blessed Soul - Poem by Naveed Akram

Anger is the money of the soul,
Suppress it with your mind
So that riches come,
So that hind legs develop
As angry words remark on the food.

Misers anger the rich of the poor,
For they understand those with hearts
Aching from the remembrance of hard

If money enters the mind, it slows
Down processes of the heart and head,
Collapsing the lungs and concerns,
Feeding a frenzy of accusations
That are delivered to the fore.

Once wisdom enlightens your soul
A wise man shall visit you with blessing,
Reacting to him is finer than all of words
For the heart can race only so far.

If money enters the frame of mind
You cannot listen to matters
Of the heart,
It beats forever in the system of skill.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 16, 2014

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