This Man - Poem by Naveed Akram
Who is man?
The resurrected spirit after death.
What is in the sea after him?
A great dropp of blood forming a clot.
Where is the mirror of doubting him
Among the birds and plants?
How could disease affect him when in loss?
Why does he die yet live forever in the Hereafter?
I shall forgive each one of them
And marry each to each with my heart.
I shall observe the practices of youth
As a seafarer of perfect truth,
And dispel the wonders of creation.
For wondering is only what is golden
And lovely, yet it is merely an art or science.
True existence lies at the throne of God,
Mankind suffers only by his own choice.
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