Made Flesh Poem by Naveed Akram

Made Flesh



My mind made flesh and became the brain,
Our wonderful nature is in us to exactly report;
Be ignored, sew and stich, have tricks,
But above all, take holy water as the best.

My comprehension is such that I preconceive
The laws and justice of our very times.
It is mere superstition to lie never in this world,
Such items of knowledge remain the morning.

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Naveed Akram

Naveed Akram

London, England
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