Our Religion Poem by Naveed Akram

The religion of our very life subjugates the ancient heart,
In remote prehistory, the heart stops and dies forever.
One religion became a flag for the nonbelievers,
An ancient piece of eternity sought for the beliefs of truth.

And so peace resumed, life entertained us all the time,
But suddenly a worker dissolved the crisis of this age.
The examinations are conducted throughout history as
The turn of the century looms on us with its force and trivia.

My life subjugated others on the realities of the eternal sphere,
This world has many peaces and many wars of the higher order.
The signs have been shown tonight, letting us become living and dying
From the heart that mutters praise for the Creator who sustains and cherishes.