The Knowledge Of The Soul Poem by Naveed Akram

God does the knowledge for your soul,
Anybody wisely, concisely objects to highest scripture.
But never do a deed that is far-reaching, never do it,
For people gain an understanding from you,
For the deeds of decisive matters connect to drums
Beating in war, rolling in mud of danger, deserts of the sun.

The irate man must sleep tonight in muddles and puddles,
The mud under his mattress appeals to his martyrdom,
His eyes and ears call each other, the legs and arms speak
With each other, as the folding of the pages is celebrated.
This book is of highest powers and higher heart,
The academician surprises our mind like the healing of saints.

My godliness is as though a farce was eradicated, the light
Shone like action, it disgraced nobody, the lies have been resolved.
My godliness, is correct and angrier than most engines,
My heart is one, and your anger is more than mine.
So there is my offered one, take the alms of a life,
And disappear into the darkness with safety as the word.