Naveed Akram

(15 December 1973 / London, England)

A Hill

A hill is in the sky much too high,
Offering us a new scene too beautiful,
But when is the strength to apply?

We must shift and learn and amplify,
Leaving too much time that is abnormal,
A hill is in the sky much too high.

Kill the souls of the fathers that are by,
Watch for the elements of risks considerable,
But when is the strength to apply?

I shun from single mothers who fight and buy
A lesser man who burns the clothes all horrible,
A hill is in the sky much too high.

You must change your job like water, or die,
For to die is greater than to be immortal,
But when is the strength to apply?

Jostle in the sand for a gun or a plan to dissatisfy,
Finding one job is too plain and immoral,
But when is the strength to apply?
A hill is in the sky much too high.

Submitted: Sunday, January 18, 2009

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