The Divine Hour Poem by Naveed Akram

The Divine Hour



I have achieved much in my divine hours,
And relentless speeches have issued forth,
But the remedies of my headaches are good
Like the rains of a selfish winter or snowy night.

I have much blessing from my mother and father,
It describes the being of blood and justice,
This smaller attitude climbs the heart in solitude,
I have much to say for the plants and botany.

I must have accomplished too much religion in
The hours of the crying night, in silent vigil
Or tested pleasure, that famous spider of right;
It crawls forwards like the marching of saints.

Monday, November 23, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: religion
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Naveed Akram

Naveed Akram

London, England
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