Open That Door Poem by Naveed Akram

Open the door to Paradise if your hurt is special,
For then the polite soul creates itself in some line,
To feel this line creates so many shortnesses,
For the soul is nobody but the defender of his case.

The door to doors of peace feels harmonious as the pen,
The pen writes and reads forever in this way,
To meet inches with yards and so much is in swimming
Along the straight road of water.

It is easy to sensibly pray and unite the soul
This way and that, like a man or woman in strife;
This door is too vast and distant, for the souls
Of the last hour shall shudder after too much existence.

Open this door of faith so that it draws forward
Like a bullet of the day and night,
Fearfully the sound of its pain is immense,
Fearing the bullet creates the peace of war.