Grains Of Patience

A grain crushes the gown it wears,
For you made the night into darkness
As you ate each grain in this period.
The day is continuous out of your heavenly status,
For you is the day and night,
The food you eat partakes in the struggle.
A lasting spirit is about, a spirit of alacrity,
As the honourable weapons of war unfold.
Then is no such movement and activity,
And there is here a godly companion for you.
The rest to occur is abhorring the patient struggle,
As struggle appears to be a parent of your brother.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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