Poem by Neelam Malik
Promising Prayers
Be a guard at thy threshold of that immaculate shrine,
Satan might entwine even a grassy loophole,
Let there be no demarcation holes,
Call a mason to arrange a cemented appointment,
Covering them with the covers of prayers,
And the false cannot confront thy soul ,
Thou art that inner messiah ,
Call and clasp if you can.
ATUNIS GALAXY POETRY 