Path Of Right Poem by Naveed Akram

With a wild gaze I tread the path of right,
Keeping souvenirs along the way, so as to test
My strangest habits, from them the disease awakes.
I await for the lunging of a soldier and the peace of the traveller,
The travels range from far and wide, all along the coast.
My keeping is certain, to bring it is certain,
For I am an argument, too enslaved in arguments.
The prayers of a day old are written on my face,
These words invoked beckon the angels
And they come to my soul with blessings so abundant.