Most High

When you know that heights are reached,
Then this obedience shall be rewarded;
A straight road is travelled above us,
Carrying a scent of some joyous drink,
Causing us to make peace and no battle.
A chain has meant the prison of our enemy,
But our chain is called a friend, a reality.
The mountain is so glorious to behold
That when it is called one it bows to you,
For your superior essence and existence
Needed praise when others did not offer any water.
The clouds have risen too high,
But the realities become most high.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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