Ghoul’s Gold

Ghouls are paid and they still purchase
The same gold brought by fools
Who maintain a stillness in mood,
In movement, and in spirit.
The goldest soul is the golden man
Who lists his objects under the title.
He is paid like a ghoul
To understand what alchemy was presented
To him overnight, in this was light.
The day had arrived to him with money,
And drinking was committed with the rich
Elements. A man must supervise the right task
To achieve no drunkard.
And his soul is like a ghoul still.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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