Naveed Akram (15 December 1973 / London, England)
Night And Rain
The night nor the rain can obliterate
Us when we sleep in the heavens,
A magical leader compressed the
Knowledge into the motto
Of all time, fixing his sights
On water and war, filling the fights
And hammering us holy.
One finds taste and dignity
In this digital dungeon called life's
City, quaint and queer with numbers
And noughts, a real hubris.
The excessive pride of this city and land
Shall overcome us with heaven,
As the night clears in the heaven
And as the rains shun us in sleep.
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