Soul Of Heaven

Had we a soul to contrive a blessed nature
The essence of our spirit resides in the bed of dreams.
Natures are compact with age, souls keep,
But both the walking and talking of our spirit is the spine.
Had we a soul to connive the world would be in oblivion,
Opening resorts blessed with reports of you.
Had the realm of heaven opened its gates to
Us who are fountain, we would surely perish in pleasure.
The rivers so functional with water
Happen to be excellent and brilliant
As their course is to heavenly splendour.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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