Limbs Blessed

Love came and my name remained
To be filled with awe afterwards;
It was light and enragement from the wind
And the weather became sweet afterwards.
The sleep adopted a dream
For my eyes were loved by the dead
As they peeped at my bedroom
One night.
Every limb was blessed with divine light,
All the veins and arteries were rivers
So hard and fast,
Like the gushing springs of Paradise.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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