Naveed Akram (15 December 1973 / London, England)
I Must Be Tamed
I must be tamed and run by lice that hurt,
Completing the guesswork is my chieftain,
That hurt is those hurts of a struggle,
This sentence overcomes the mere seizure.
I see a little spelling in this arguing way,
Taming the beasts of brotherhood,
And living the bent riddles that overcome me.
Those lives are rich that make a letter,
The letters of the light are full of hurt,
Hurt comes my way when I pray
Like the blessings of a rainy day.
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