Demise Poem by Naveed Akram

Demise



The mountain and the volcano
Had a mystery to solve,
And the forms of demise
Remained a mystery.

There bloomed the daisies
And the violets of rarity,
Bitter animals stole their paws
To see into the history.

Nature had just men's fruits,
Fields of working and few
Of them strove for the pool,
That shining source of herbs.

The meadow of the air
Concocted prayers that smoke
Had formed from fire,
That smoke was a fair play.

One sees the lanes and avenues
Be ordeals for the richest
Of men who were also just
Men who stung and stabbed.

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Naveed Akram

Naveed Akram

London, England
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