Deeds Of A Writer Poem by Naveed Akram

Deeds slip like words from the tongue,
The chapel has explained why we do these
Acts of allegiance, the chapel is a blessed
Place. During the seasons of change, we
Stand and recite the glorious verses.

When deeds fully clatter like keyboards,
Beer-cans move in the wind on the pavement.
The writer is a stage of the diploma, and deeds
Slip from fingers, too late in thinking, too
Blessed in nature for the success of grandeur.

What do you do to smell of an odour of fitness?
The chapel is aroused by contentment, and
Other regions of the rainbow shine in the rain
That Noah gave, the same prophet who described
Just work for the believers, so we should listen.

Deeds are manipulated till suddenly a laughter
Arises, asking a little leg to climb, bellowing in
Winds of disdain, for doing is a blessed dispute,
For doing is distinct and helpful to the soul
Of the one you know in deed and in truth.