Going To The Goddess

Going to the bench of wonder brings joy,
A familiar goddess springs up for the country.
We see employment of the years all in a flash,
Oil has remarked on the gold out there in civilisation.
The bench has been wondrous, far too small
A little piece of furniture, as if golden objects.
The going of a business man carries on
Far into the setting of the sun, where we arise
For the innocence is present in our hearts.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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