Keeping Miracles Poem by Naveed Akram

Going to miraculous places is seldom accomplished,
My shot is again made by the gun in my hand.
I have an aim, I have pain making my claim;
This boy in the mirror is me and I want to live forever.
Nobody will send me away.
Nobody speaks to me now that miracles occurred,
I left the signals to God, He was the arbiter,
He alone gave me support in this mirror of eternity.
I saw a witty remark from someone wise,
He quarrelled with the simplicity I owned over my gun,
That leaders know there is salvation when thought about.
This is the greatest miracle I have come across.