Leaves Of A Tree Poem by Naveed Akram

Leaves Of A Tree



How we were leaves of a tree?
Yet some do not know their books.

The books establish their truth,
Their words are possessing a command.

But the meaning of the words relight
The fire in front of the family of families.

The books disintegrate from afar,
Knowing is the busy tone, fixing buttons.

How is the tree an enlightened being from gold?
The silver is my brother of the beast.

How were we leaves in motion when in truth
We die and we live according to wishes from above?

The parchment is wet, the scrolls unfurled,
After my fathers and mothers condemn coil.

Thrifty words are expensive due to duty,
It compiles itself like them with the experts.

Some knowers are wiser than the kings,
But wise men are about with stars and planets.

Leaves can be outer space, leaves can touch me,
But authority is from high, like the leaves of a tree.

Wednesday, June 29, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: leaves,tree
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Naveed Akram

Naveed Akram

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