Naveed Akram

Silver Star - 4,437 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Bottomless Pit - Poem by Naveed Akram

The bottomless pit is ceasing to be alien,
A championship arrives to be a good play,
Playing is like childhood in a thought,
Playing with me as a ball-game will grow.
Children shall await the disaster of growth,
Growing when it is sudden is special.
The pit so exhausts a soul that emptiness
Shall deliver everybody into an oblivion.
Exaltation appears to the reliable men
As celebratory and ceremonious,
Growth and advancement celebrates.
The bottomless hole or pit is a child,
Like the devouring of an infant.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, September 30, 2010



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