Softly Singing

He names the songs he sings,
When liking is not loathing, and the breath
Falls like an enigma called a comet;
A ray of light hangs in the distance, facing us.
Meeting eye to eye is an endeavour,
Worthwhile is the exploitation,
Dwelt in sorrow and esteem, just another sign.
Maybe thoughts gather creation
Forming wisely, gained by the created beings.
How expensive you feel in this splendour!
How does the comet soar in your mouth
When you sing softly to yourself
And brandish the sword so won?

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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