Naveed Akram (15 December 1973 / London, England)

With reference to this man, who shamed a nobody
Knowing the talents of the request
And the solutions of the righteous acts,
He sews together clothing rags one after the other.
Rather than avoid the quests and ruinations
He was a man who endearingly wrote a love letter
To the effects we reach and absolve
In this heart of golden light
Baring its lead like a shaft of arrogance.

With avoidance of the spectacle
In this heart of mine, for my heart of mine,
I leapt up with joy that was a plot of land
For me to grow groups of cabbage
As the rain collected their energies
In the way of years and months.

Why does the nobody in this world tend to no
Sick people? Who manages half of the help?
In the inferred dresses, dangers creep in.