My Blade and Yours

The apex of my blade has a strength
That you despise at the back of your mind.
My bones shall be axed and shattered
By the grace I concentrate and show.
We breathe until blades of grass
Shine eternally as straws of gold in Paradise.
In this land, you wanted a stay to behold,
Now this is your goal, the same as silver.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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