Treasure Island

Naveed Akram

(15 December 1973 / London, England)

A Bridge-Crossing


Gaining a bridge will keep us apart,
Open this only now
Describing us totally and satisfactorily,
With arms in the hope of reaching
I concern the older generation.
My wizardry fetched intelligence
As this brings mathematics, farther than the eye
Inside of which is super fluid,
Glue to make the hearing and over.
A blind crossing will enter the book
Fists clenched and covers handled.

Submitted: Saturday, March 28, 2009
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  • Hadi Hussain Butt (4/10/2009 5:03:00 AM)

    'Walking through the corridors of life during ageless times' whats came up to my mind when i read ur poem, really gud one, few very difficult things said in a simple manner, Keep it up Naveed :) (Report) Reply

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