Forgotten Gems Poem by Naveed Akram

The gems are forgiven for they are seals,
The gems are designed by those in training.
The exhausted body is the certain soul at heart,
My diamond is my gem or story of no doubt.

Let those forgiven be in doubt of the beauty,
For deeds are broken as fast as the fastest plane.
Its flight could plunge, or the pilot could be a spy,
This spy is a regretted being for the alacrity is great.

Once the gem shines, we pass the individuals who
Dress and appear like ordinary souls of creative ability.
The realm of abilities is a plane of the material kind,
But do not object to the story so begetting and brim.