Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 6,598 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Little Chariots - Poem by Naveed Akram

Think yourself stronger than the rest,
Rests are also good and worse than before.
Relax into the fantasy of your fight,
Games are like books so much in flighty ways.

The car of the first fit man is also in apologies,
Speeches or conversations are in doubt,
Tires seem to be stretched like death to objects,
Tired of them, tired of them, and tired of them.

Thinking globes are revolving gently,
Little chariots are on fire so greatly now.
Those soldiers seem like licking hungry souls,
Great are the compulsions and tensions.

The world is now in ruins due to godly help,
Feel those glad blades now and then,
Space is a matter of urgency
Now that thoughts seem to walk quivering.


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