Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 4,688 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

A Shadow Of Wealth - Poem by Naveed Akram

A shadow of the sun shook me as if heat
Turned on me with loss, heat tossed and turned;
The energy offered by the few who are priests
Struck us with pebbles, stones and then boulders;
My strife will never end, forming sickness,
Fighting wealth, igniting triumph with rights.

The feeding finds itself, without senses that died,
Within the common sense, strung up to the clouds.
A shadow shied from me, as I lost everything
Actually igniting perfection, and it rained forth
To subdue a minority of idiotic proportions.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2014

Poem Edited: Friday, January 3, 2014


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