Nobody But Me

Nobody but me considers the factors for belief,
The knowledge of goodness is far away and unobserved.
This is the chair I sit in, a way of knowing the comfort,
When strife is a feature no longer resident.
May the shell be shed, this is relief and more,
For the enemies consider factors as well,
The happiness to boast of afterwards is supreme.
A joyous spring has burst from the ground
As this desert is a wisdom and learning of highness.

poem by Naveed Akram
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