Devotee Poem by Naveed Akram

She was a devout sword of relief,
A delight to the soul that defends the echoes.
A lovely ghost, of fair and gentle nature,
Caressed me when I was weak and happier.
Her eyes were startling to the speech,
Upon nearer view her face was sublimer than most.
This was the sweetest recorded song of sight,
A liberal possession of the senses.

And now the serene eye views now a machination
This time of sound, a devotee surrounded me with might.
His involvement was gauze, the same penalty of ogres,
His devoted manhood was a hat to climb with the dagger.
I am forming reasoning ability of the perceived world,
My door to the soul is a beginning and an end.
And now sudden of all suddens, my air crafted mice
Obliterating sense after sense, like a rat and poison.