Dwellers

It is unnecessary to reply to the enviers,
Absent from battle, their chores are numberless;
I can’t explain the wonderment
Of an encouraged spirit, that
Moves in mysterious ways.
It pains me to think how life
Has revolved around life,
To yearn the sickness is extreme,
A dead body and its oblivion.
I am quite content and comforted
By the elucidations recently,
Conceived by the beginners or novices.
A good definition is speaking
The truth for me and dwellers of faith.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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