Furious Gates - Poem by Naveed Akram
Gates spend labour for the mortals,
Immortals linger among the senders of anger.
Angry youths face dangers of the ages,
Ants of illness strike hard at people’s hearts.
The gates of mercy are opened then closed,
Immortal generations arrive to send others to the Hell.
The Heavens are separated first
Like yolks are separated from egg whites.
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