Perfect Throne

Mountains of words congregate to form an eruption,
Sentences let the sword of destruction have expansion.
Five words are written: luck, patience, wealth, modesty and adventure;
These five contain the pleasures offered by him - they are familiar.
Breath inhaled, spirit popped, love arranged, and scent displayed,
The encounter of a wise-man never dismayed.
His wisest attribute speaks highly of the throne
We trained by the justice of the alone.
His backbone never breaks, never takes
The inside of disbelief and betrayal, this never makes.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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