A New Scroll

It displayed one man residing in the head,
Magic has compartments to be lead.
A scripture shall complain if rewards appear
To the dishonest, to the people who do not adhere
To their faith, the knowledge of God,
A straightforward voluminous writer to applaud.
I see sheep when there are lambs of beauty,
Youth heals the sick by avoiding ultimately.
The new scroll suggests fierce winds
Of writing, of poetry and of whirlwinds.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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