Religious Life Poem by Naveed Akram
Religious Life
She comes into my room for the religious
Experience called prayer, holier than anything.
She comes out from the Mountain of Joy,
Tells her juices grow from the fountain.
I said I died a year and a night
When I left the fountain.
I am older, now
In heaven with delights of chicken and wine.
I rejoice, in the gardens of dense vegetation,
Choosing thoughts of greatness.
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