Heavenly Abode

Heavenly abode, I call on you to flirt with me,
Realise my dream, inwardly and outwardly
In the stroke of genius and the intelligence it provides.
Heavens are only being houses of pearls
Meant for the rivers of milk, the honey is everywhere
If you travel far enough and downward
In the aching avenues of grass and no weeds.
There is a garden there of blessings,
Weeds are conquered by flowers of appeal.
The fruit I call upon mutters into my mouth,
This will explode and render me indefensible.
The sheer glory is about of a wonderful time
In the succulent corner of all-existence.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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