Roses and Bravery

Roses are them who flourish like seeds of the wind,
The winds are forcing their lairs into the grass of happiness.

Free him, the brave one, who is the holiest prize of the world’s bliss,
Find him, in the meek world where he is a merely finest human character.

Is holiness a form of desirability? Is it spherical or saintly?
The world of the ground is not the sea. It is the earth and stones.

Hear him, who understood nothing to God, as a good man might,
As mightiness has understood calamity and bravery of another comrade.

Is the circle of light a perfect stone which carries no concrete nature
Other than its hardness and softness at times. Roses are them who flourish.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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