Fearful Illness - Poem by Naveed Akram
Who does he fear? What is his illness?
The one who smiles can be with stillness.
The many of them reply to the messengers
With day to entrance their very passengers.
In those who do good deeds is a prize
That mutters and utters its enterprise.
Those who fear their Lord are in an array,
Indeed, in the alternation of the night and the day…
Comments about Fearful Illness by Naveed Akram
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You