Treasure Island

Naveed Akram

(15 December 1973 / London, England)

I Served


I served the man with pocket-money,
Out of a slender fund - the accumulated savings.
My parts and wholes of volumes of work
Ganged up on me, and I fed others with facts.
I had an intention, and a law, for the saying
That was mine, flowing forwards with height.
The tsunami of blessings smothered me
With heartache, as the books so read were beneficial.
I served the profession well, of reading I was first,
In this well of knowing was my prize,
For I became a knowledge in fairness.

Submitted: Monday, May 30, 2011
Edited: Tuesday, May 31, 2011

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