Towards Him

Towards Him the dances are made,
His world delivered me, after a time;
I became His solution for all problems,
He is on His Throne, with a reality.

I gather my forces to this very day,
In truth the aid has arrived,
For my angers are subdued,
My lofty goal has been terminated.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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