Disobedience

Don’t utter disobedience when he speaks to your being,
Inside a heart is a staggering dispute for those looking.

This sense is like a garden of truth, one of piety,
This pebble is stone, for the path is rude at the one with vice.

Gambling keeps coming back, fully absorbing the talent
We have injected into the soul so learned from thinking.

Open your heart to the divine being, international helpers
Arrive for their return to their Lord, who knows more than you.

The cliffs of disease approach me when blindfold,
I fall off when attacked by life, the reality of sacred times.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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