Divine Freedom Poem by Naveed Akram

Divine freedom reigns supreme like stars,
Of eternal seconds, bleeding within.
Like a root growing to the ends of time,
One sacred thought rains down hard,
Licking the hungry manners of integrity.
In this freedom of thoughts and wise appeal
A fierce ocean is adrift in the fertile imagination.
Is the sea a tanning device, or is the sun a danger?

Divine men are like dust of the earth,
And the heavens resound in their glory.
One time, a pretty picture is cast into oblivion,
The ending of the tree is a branch too vivid.
To impale on these stakes is as profound
As mastering the wise face, a face so far and wide.
The weird lands of our children are to be forgotten,
As their heads are rolling under a tree.