The Servant's Vows Poem by Naveed Akram

The servant had vows of stone,
He wrecked his path to victorious blows,
Such wonderful misery had been.

No one looked at his fences,
No one saw the swords of love,
But this servant gave craziness and love.

His beloved health swayed to music,
Music fortunately inflamed him,
But music belaboured on him.

The servant of possessions was a servant
Who denied the face and heart,
Climbing was the sport of the table.

Everything in the path was an oath
Very dear, very great and sorry,
Like the servants of mighty wealth.

This servant was a lover of wine,
He produced the berries and grapes
For his demise, the service had to falter.