A Mountain Poem by Naveed Akram
A Mountain
A mountain gazes at you loathing the future,
Jests are like this, like the mountain,
That swayed its weight before you,
Killing a sense that ripples in your veins,
This is waiting for all time,
And my life balanced itself from this spot;
My life gauges others, for too many are immortal,
And my sacred soul is farming the land
As the mountains glare like souls
At us,
At mighty men of aged nature.
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