You A Soul Poem by Naveed Akram

To be a soul I cancel my own look,
Then schisms catch the whole of thought and speech.

To one the saying breaches trust so good,
That wonders enter the concern of late.

You ponder at the mess, as the sunset,
Look fast, look slow, and then lift high the bet.

My soul is one, at one, and with master,
Old chant descries the scene of martyrdom.

Let lords entrance the fixed deceit over
Our souls that mutter madness ever strong.