I Sat Down
If suns and stars sat nearby,
I'd run away and starve my head;
For heat is a mild feeling
Now that ice has melted away.
This called the day an awakening
As yesterday would've concealed Time.
My doubts are in my bed,
Never to be me with sleep,
For I dream forever this way.
You style the pencil to meet aside,
Between you and me is sanctity,
And sacred chambers heighten me
For I hold my pen in ways of gold.
The real gold, not fool's gold,
Is carried in my hand.
My rings especially conserve the eyes,
For sparkles are fonder.
My heaven lies under soil
That came from home,
I escape the theft of my age.
poem by Naveed Akram
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