Aghast of Life
Ghastly people master their excesses as fragile,
To be cushioned, to bind in sleep being fresh.
Thinking of slumberous life as brilliant,
A more of garden crept into their sleep,
As sleepless as flowers on planting and danger from the prickles.
Prickled by money in their slant of heaven
Is like mass-psychology to the layman!
I found him, the doctor, in that day
And he thieved my muscles, my kidneys,
As well he took my life and all - but, very nearly.
This is always your awareness and reverence for prayer
Descending into heaven, kindly worthy after God has passed.
I lay in my bedroom with cushions and pillows and the works.
Force I reserve angels with, as if God muttered through my heart,
And He gave me special looking features,
Before I was a deathly place.
poem by Naveed Akram
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