The Paper Of Heaven Poem by Naveed Akram

The paper of god lies in this level of attainment,
The paper of piety resides in the gloomy domination;
We are indeed downward in authority,
Our gaze asks a crossing of minds that swerve in and out.

At this pearl, one sent down a reason, to love, by meanings,
To stop desires, thoughts this time lingering in peace.
The paper of god is a reliable pen of entrances,
Its aunt is a solid builder of women whose truths stagger.

Indeed, in part and in whole, we have sent down a guardian,
Whose light will reach your eyes, once the author is drowned.
A medicine is my troop, is my sacred thought, once the most,
Once the gladdest, and our books of old are in unison.