Bravely Speak

To be in brave company I bravely speak,
Under the trees of gold and silver the sleep
Is my enemy, of the offerings and glad tidings.
On this solid mattress we call the world
Stays a skewering mind,
Minds have arrived to be delighted.

The actual fraction of life shall fade
Towards the acts of the almighty whisperers,
That at the end of the day
Are solid in their troubles as much as you.

To be in bravery is like stealing the casket,
And believing in whiskey,
Full with wines of the ultimate health
And ultimate design.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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