Naveed Akram (15 December 1973 / London, England)
A Hill Of Blood I Traverse
Here or over the hill
Is fortune to view upon a sacred house.
Here is a different avenue of thinker’s area.
He who lived alongside others with gusto
Shall never be estranged. He sadly can not be with us.
He is a boy or man, not girl or woman.
He would confiscate your task, lost and found,
A miracle has occurred with the different talk,
A mind that Manchester is in England, and elsewhere?
Part of me wants to bleed for you.
I am a lover of Britain like pure heavenly spice,
Why the bother to communicate in Latin?
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