Naveed Akram (15 December 1973 / London, England)

To interject me combines me with you,
Such heavenly status is reserved for those
In custody and sin.
To interrupt me shall gain the sayings of natural
Beings, shepherds of truth and sheep.
The sheep sadden us day after day,
Nights constrict our being,
Nights find the other souls,
Then they unleash a spread of light
Evicting us like houses of strife.

Combinations improve the air,
They permeate our lives with deaths,
Dead natures escape the audience,
Until deaths result and as a bonus result.
My statements read as solutions
Of the problems afflicting our health,
The health of offspring marries us.

To state the resultant force
Is like a formula of heresy,
I seek light now,
I make meek sayings and adages
For the worlds of tough health.
The reality escapes, whenever
The bats become large.
To remedy the thoughts is to eliminate
Our conquests,
The conquered must remain.