This Path

In the very path I trod, words were sung,
Learning them was my business, around the trees.
But I kept to the path of life, not of destruction,
For peace was another avenue, one I took.
I find it easy for lovely-me to see your actions
And then praise or reject them according to laws
That my deity has illuminated for sound faith to appear.
Their hearts are many, they carry acts of strangers,
But the love of peace stings us with its reply.
We shall indeed be pleased when even this reward is duplicated.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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