This Voice

This voice may resume in finer fashion,
So that sweetness and voices are in the past.
This voice is diviner than most light,
Green and golden is the light of the tree.
May fashion behold a fast lane, the very same.

This voice inherits a flood and fuel,
How did heresy be condemned this way?
Green light is not of the plants, but
White visible light inhales and ignites.
Where do you stay with this very light?

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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