The Heavens And Earth - Poem by Naveed Akram
Again I stood at the rising moon,
A deep bell rang from the summit of honour;
I laughed too loudly at all that exists,
The moon was silver and the sun was gold,
And I was bronze due to the illness I attained.
A narrow road meanders through the illness
I have procured, this voice speaks to me innocently.
Soon the admission was cancelled,
Soon bravery overtook and the moon’s weapon
Fell towards the ground, like a missile
Or a sword to catch.
Again I understood him,
The man I understood was him
Who saw the wealth of the Heavens
And the Earth.
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