The Man Of Open Godliness Poem by Naveed Akram

To focus on a name is like being the same,
I see the habits of a praiseworthy man
As the drawing of a day unravels
Into splendour and sanity and godliness.
Each planet in its solar system watches over you,
For Earth is such a world that repeats itself,
And binds creatures to its ilk.
The words of the stations of the soul
Are varied, many;
For to determine the shelter you grasp
Is to dismay somebody when running.
For running men and women see no shelter
That can take them with toast;
The boiling, scorching desert masters us
As if you were divulging at one time,
Seeing the horizon with longing
And then suddenly a desire erupts from the heart
To give thanks for the days numbered,
The days sold out to customers.
Perfection is in this world,
A cherished life is all the angry tone we take.