The Adventurer of God

They are solid steel, the rocks are built by gods,
Mountains and volcanoes are one, by gods.

Yet we see the lava flow and the abolishment,
To address them is to arrive at and abandon, by gods.

Any geographical feature on the map carries fascination,
One is adventured, one is fine with distortion, by gods.

The map is a remedy for the plain and ill, the happier,
Yellow streams and wooden forests are a distinction, by gods.

Let us laugh and be merry on this whole globe,
Let godliness reign supreme with this incantation, by gods.

The gods are lovable towards their kingdom,
The wishes of the valley are mine in slow-motion, by the gods.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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