Charming Light From Rod

This charming rod of light reigns in my heart,
In this heart I crawl formally and enter the realm so desired.
Fitting into my pencil and pen is like agony itself,
Writing may be innocence, but the pen itself gleams.
The charms of tomorrow lie concealed in the rod,
Light happens to inflict the share, wondering why?
The rods of different light come down like lightning
Sounding like the rain and thunder and all of the nature.
Charm enters the soul once more, with the rod so brilliant,
The light entitles you to innocence and blood.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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