Naveed Akram

(15 December 1973 / London, England)

Help My Soul


I am my life when I am dead,
Death overpowers the love of laws,
Dead men are like living women,
And those who died as women will
Be what?

I am my blood and heart and kidneys,
With brain and spine, the liver
Helps my soul as well,
Like the minds of people else.

I am an unique human being,
Like all of them that stammer
In their speech - living words
Seemed to be removed
From their husks.

I possess the spirit of a loving heart,
Hearing the progress of this mountain,
Above it is speech from unique human
Beings, the brainy and kind.

Submitted: Sunday, April 21, 2013
Edited: Friday, September 27, 2013

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