Friday, January 15, 2016

Men Who Understand

For remembering a priest I preserve,
I preserve the knowledge of his presence;
For those with pleas of dire thought,
I connive their thoughts for their minds.
My task to judge is not my own,
But the One who sits on His Throne
Will shatter the listeners of the enemy.

For the hands to quake and pray,
My prayer enlarges to the glances.
Mourning is the sole being,
Mountains of gold command this night.
I consider the walking businessmen
In their glaring uniforms, like soldiers
Of the night, who emit light.

My task is to judge only when caught
In the act of remembrance, the acts
Authoritatively make you punish.
For the supplications are various,
The invokers are surrounding the men
Of understanding, those are the food,
Those are the food of the humanity.
Naveed Akram
Topic(s) of this poem: understanding

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