I Have Truth In Me Poem by Naveed Akram

I have truth inside my sleepy soul,
Satiated and satisfied by my telling;
This soul of mine reacts to my friend,
His fierce force drums my heart
With everlasting grace like the gun,
Or will it be a machine gun?
I have true friends in this waking prison,
The imprisoned fellows are like ash
Scattered into the sea of vengeance.
My sea, my friends, they are all one to me,
A dying enemy is my calendar,
It forsakes my majesty as a clown.
I have truth in me, like a pencil engaged,
Feeding the forces of a purse,
The money is a game of gauntlets,
The money stays on the pages of our
Whole holy book, the one we adore.
This has truth that is trusted beyond
Mention and statements of haste.
I am a satisfied sentence of the whole
Ethos, a single entity of the horizon of hope.