One Time

One time my next day becomes a future for me,
In this righteous activity the solutions of the wood
Make it burn like fire.
A deep understanding burdens my very intimacy,
The magic of light enlivens the mind.
At this place I call, I see my life in a rainbow,
At this rainbow is a pot of gold.
My time is up, my routine is complete
And the future I have laid before me
As if there was a day to come so bright.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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