One Night Poem by Naveed Akram

Is your pleasure directed at His Face?
One does not speak,
One flares with anger like a moment of a projectile,
Roads of despair liken to this.
One night is a degree of freedom,
Religions suffer religions, as the world inclines.

Is your pleasure directed at His Face?
The omnipotent being is not a son or daughter,
Rather a joy to see at the end of civilisation.
One must visit the fires of man, the souls of the damned,
Opening the raids to more designs.

Is your pleasure directed at His Face?
Those with power decline their power
In ways more than one, in more than one.
Let them soar above your hearts like eagles
Crying like babies of surrender.

One night is enough to become an expert of that time,
So supplicate in ways of your mind, like the soul.