Her Concentration Poem by Naveed Akram

She holds her concentration for a second,
The seconds unwind, then bursting occurs
Due to respect and energy of the highest.
The praying fond manager feels emotion,
The invocation submits to creation.
Then the canopy of this realm and world,
Is underneath another canopy of voices.

Many sounds uttered from sources of salt
Are bitter and bright, as feeling as force.
My sound is subjugated by inner strength,
He waits above his table, that table of help.
Many sounds are uttered by judges of bone,
Electrifying the brain and heart, with voices,
Help their weight as the bridge is at dawn!

She holds her concentration for a second,
It is a realistic sound of the jungle in the night.
The voice of a great man is upon the shoulders,
His weight in gold is too stranger than silver,
So strange we talk, so damning is pain.
Suffering splits our weight on this planning planet,
One subtly renews the joy of the medicine.