Purer Soul

My mind was pure when I was nothing,
The house of my soul carried everything;
And so selflessness extracted a meaning,
And so doubt never entered the spirit;
For we are soldiers and slaves of a lead pencil,
Inscribing the livid words of rigour,
The regimentation is special now,
The hearts are inculcated with pride.
This mirror called the heart is housing my soul
Like the other hearts of such loving moments.
This mind is feeling purer than the other spirit,
These minds are engaged in conversation
That is promised, that believes in holiness.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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