Naveed Akram

(15 December 1973 / London, England)

Nature Is Thinking


The desert has thought what lurks awhile,
A mountain stream occurs in wastes unknown,
And a groan uplifts the ceremony of the wild.
Feeding guests is reconciling with nature,
For nature grows according to tastes,
These falls of the world are past the questions.

We crystals shake due to godly vibrations,
A course is a mist of the whole ideals in wisdom,
We vibrate little by little, inside the accusing work.
Then accept us as we speak towards the whole liar,
Accepting is working like a whole doctor of shirts
And trousers that wonder about the whole world.

Submitted: Tuesday, June 03, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, June 03, 2014

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