My Adoration

I adore the praises of prayers,
For His Highness adores me still;
Throbbing in my heart finds
A sun in the palm of my hand,
Rejoicing is rejoining of the heart
To the liver for matters unlettered
And unwritten and unknown;
Foraging is transgression for my friend,
The very hatred has aligned me
Towards him, as I have loved my enemy
As much as a human being.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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