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Tuesday, February 23, 2016

I Was Formed

I was formed myself, I am a form,
Very wise and elegant like my making,
But the effort of the soul is igniting life
Evermore, with reason to dictate it.
I see above others with learning,
I am watched entirely, secretly.

Offered to the death is a prize,
I am wiser than him, I am a form of brilliance
And brightness of a star.
For folding with pages of light
Is a page of late kneeling, to read
Resonating words, elegant like my soul.

I was a joiner to the heart,
Enjoining goodness so even lettered souls
Feel grateful, as their load is dropped.
My simple doing confounds the thoughts,
I am a promise from the reality of being,
I frustrate the demons and declarers.
Naveed Akram
Topic(s) of this poem: heart
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