Naveed Akram (15 December 1973 / London, England)
Hold Onto The Words
I hold on to words that quickly fire at your mind,
Your mind occupies the whole room like a sign,
This sign was vast like the stars of the universe,
Your signal represents us after another round.
I sickly follow the ailments of lepers and the like,
Seeing is following the populace and all,
Seeing does cave in, hearing must be grand
Like the bells that chime in the safety of your soul.
I hold on to values of democracy and I am
Then called a democrat through the words
Spoken by this nation’s song and deed,
Beauty is the inhabitant of this beautiful place.
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