Poetry Speaks To Me
Poetry speaks to me in ways of goodness,
by Naveed Akram
And it achieves a little summary, of looks and appearance.
Inside the soul is sin and worship and gold,
Fire has been mentioned after ice to be cold.
But the reality of speech contains worship,
From it stems the pen and action of religion,
The sacred bibles play on their spirit to be.
Much has been subjected to the fires,
Much happens after relentless persecution,
Yet golden poets work miracles still.