Stable Life

Never can a child be stable in his life,
Living is dancing for him, dances are finer.
If I return to my house one time
I mount emptiness and spirits of fineness.
The child in me is myself,
Open the doors to heaven now that you’re gone,
Fangs of glory are ever-present.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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