My promise is to God for goodness <br />Is seen. It is muttered on the tongue, <br />Released by the heart, as it sways <br />To the bridge of eternity we cross. <br />I promise God to uphold the laws, <br />To guard the secrets best left on the heart, <br />For I need the kindness of a secret. <br />Let learning be strong for the adolescent, <br />Its filings are rough as pain, in the middle <br />Of twin figures we call religions. <br />Let learning be swift, the captor shall inherit <br />Peace, the fetter of heaven, the feet of a poem. <br /> <br />The caliph of learning has arrived, <br />With calculus, and music, and song. <br />For numbers force us into confusion, <br />And he uplifts his complexity from them. <br />Let him cry, let him madly love the strength <br />Of words, then convict him if he speaks from within <br />As a sinner, the very real reader of false books. <br />They are hydraulics of a soul, they are <br />Ready as plumage, and so appear beautiful, <br />But where is the beauty in that? <br /> <br />To intrude on the boudoir of fashion <br />Is to read volumes of work by the same author. <br />The caliph questions and resolves <br />According to taste, inside himself. <br />For the promise of better knowledge <br />Is upon him, that he consumes several beverages <br />Of the kind that make people happy, <br />And in love. <br />Never accept the man who loves knowledge <br />And asks for forgiveness from acquiring <br />Too much of it. <br />My promise is to God for goodness, <br />And the tongue shall speak all ills.<br /><br />Naveed Akram<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-god-i-promise/
