Our Success

Our success is more pursuit for pleasure,
Their fortune has been beheld by the ones;
The cooks are of the satanic pillars
Loathing a test from up above, the deity is shown.
One finds the taste of the mouth in us,
Opening entrances to the ones who count us.
A sky is hidden and shown by its cracks and fissures,
The knowledge is a finding and cost
Of the soul and measurement is paramount.
One cooked one day and for every day
That a man and woman is found apart.
The realest success happens in our mind,
One of us is certain of the truest heart.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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