Made Flesh

My mind made flesh and became the brain,
Our wonderful nature is in us to exactly report;
Be ignored, sew and stich, have tricks,
But above all, take holy water as the best.

My comprehension is such that I preconceive
The laws and justice of our very times.
It is mere superstition to lie never in this world,
Such items of knowledge remain the morning.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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