Rest Me Once Poem by Naveed Akram

Rest and reassure me once my sins are forgiven,
The resting phase is the epitome of existence like clay
And powder of a divine aspect, feeling like your soul.
The body is distressed, appalled
By all wonders and miracles, but the soul
Is benefiting righteously, worshipfully,
And I am the one to bestow my happiness.

Reality is a spasm and an ingredient in the elixir of living,
This quality shares itself, reality obscurely melts,
We melt.
But wonders look openly, they exist as much as sins,
But they are both different, differing in everything.

The real quality is the jest, and guests are sublime,
So be my guest when the wind rolls away,
My wind is my own market for delivery of leaves,
Leaves of my own.

By the body I have bequeathed my soul, it finds rest and pleasure
Like the winds of the northern variety, an apple amongst
An orchard, a drifting cloud of innocence.
We are wonderful and we have lived beautifully,
Like the role of our conversation
As we delight in the gardens,
That is our destiny.