I Must Be In Your Hands - Poem by Naveed Akram
I must be in your hands,
For my heart does contain a lot of misery;
And love lasts a lot if you
Tread in the shoes of a lover who cares.
I must be in your hands
As long as my feet can carry
The encumbered self
That shadows the former self.
I must own the very body that
Time has endowed for the late years
And the early years.
For those whose lives are sacred
I must be content with sadness
As much as the sorrow itself.
For when I have a shade too glorious
My soul is in congratulations
Due to the size of my happiness
In the realm of this heaven.
O what heaven! O what glory is
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