Raging Heat Poem by Naveed Akram

Raging Heat



One comes from the north and south,
The west and east, the winds of heat.
They travel according to signs upon signs,
Underneath the blushing cheeks.
One of the reasons we die is certain,
It is due to duty that we die and live.
One comes from each knowledge,
Each person has wisdom of some kind.
But they appall, and they applaud,
Accost and approach with lasting guilt.
One comes from the raging winds of heat,
When hurt is healing a minor modernity?
When does the wind ever anger the south?
Why does the upper region be so certain?

Tuesday, July 12, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: wind
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Naveed Akram

Naveed Akram

London, England
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