Naveed Akram (15 December 1973 / London, England)

How do they work on this hour?
Fiction discusses their faults
In the ways of the Hereafter.
The living hours of the clock
Unwind to produce the love in
Our hearts that live closely
With heads of steel.

What hour wends its river to shelter it?
Waste, disease and ruin
Come knowing of wisdom
That swears and prestigiously argues
For the faults to be uncovered.

The illness of the century floats
As the glum panic awaits,
Forming fruit of steel and balls,
The very acts are against us.

May ill limbs be biased like some points
In life, the reality of ever is upon us.