The Rite - Poem by Naveed Akram
I form the rite of the whole place like the fish,
It swims forever in huge pathways due to glory;
The swimming is never-ending like the rain,
That oceans swirl before our eyes and ears,
Watching them is of the helicopters and planes.
Our technology respects the respite of hundreds
In this world of wonders cherished by the rulers,
We ignite the fire or anger of an organ that hums
In the cathedrals and churches that we respect as well.
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