Treasure Island

Naveed Akram

(15 December 1973 / London, England)

Living Things


I live among the world’s animals,
Unlike them, I stare and gaze at the stars;
I love the animals inhabiting this planet
Like the stars that shine in the galaxy.

The crust is seething of dead animals,
Organisms grow from the deaths and lives,
They musically play, swallow their prey,
Live with each other like humans.

The Earth never complains of the treatment
Given to certain living things,
Flora or fauna,
Young or old.

Submitted: Sunday, July 12, 2009

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  • Indira Renganathan (7/12/2009 5:42:00 AM)

    No difference between humans and animals....so humans are animals....animals are humans too...last stanza purports to express the theme well....10+++ (Report) Reply

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