Diseased Man

Poem By Naveed Akram

Inside their legion there is a diseased man,
Who keeps himself well - occupied, with infidelity,
With dishealth, and also he is utmostly dishonoured.

Such is a crisis of one devil, one bigger demon,
Even the harm is constructed over heaven and hell.
Such is the reason behind heavenly men and women.

Magic is the key to success, they say, but I believe
In magic of a greater kind and that is God.
It is He who confronts us everywhere.

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