Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 6,288 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Eat The Gourd - Poem by Naveed Akram

Eat the gourd of knowledge so as to create
A weapon of dispute, feelings are against you.
One weapon knows a selfish reason for thinking
Along deadly lines of force that swerve and serve.
Mister Gold is a lover of the night that nicely counts
Its bullets biting the innocence of a night in long circles.
Now you are a small cube of captaincy,
Buckwheat is your diet of the century,
You are the flakes of a plant, and eat the gourd.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 7, 2014



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