Empty Inside

An empty space carries no breath,
We respire due to sacred nature.
The veins of blood are jolly,
They burn inside so happy.
The house of love is the body
For sore wounds collect pain.
The inner light shines forever
In the souls of other people as well.
May your parents describe me,
May your happy brothers be that space.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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