Device Of The Bird

Then the device of the bird grew,
Into a hugeness of some degree.
The weapon was immense and like a flying one,
The wings of a cherished bird grew.
This demand from the open air
Was a fountain to bring to the community.

I licked from it holiness and godliness
To make main spirits stay away,
So that gods dispersed and left me in collision
With the bird of action and prayer.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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