Unseen Affairs Poem by Naveed Akram

You have been knowledge of the unseen affairs,
I have committed boredom of the sense, of the unseen affairs.

Some give duty to the realm of the heavens and earth,
My thesis is perfected in the ways of frankincense, of the unseen affairs.

Nobody dares to object to a majestic being, a story of the old,
But when are they subjecting the bolder nonsense, of the unseen affairs?

The palace of the grand fearer, the house of the alterable one,
Is a duty-bound mansion to rightly inflict what is dense of the unseen affairs.

My heavenly abode returns to my heart in a way of the reality,
It exists, in my hand it has importance, like my defence, of the unseen affairs.

The real integers of the mathematical world are a merry-go-round,
In the funfair of the wild and hearty, the very intense, of the unseen affairs.

My henchmen serve me afterwards, to close the deal and reward me,
I have to defend them and hold their pence, of the unseen affairs.

So then the signs of my book resound like a man who sells his devilry,
But it is not my word that revolves so immense, but the word of the unseen affairs.