Naveed Akram

(15 December 1973 / London, England)

Splendid Crown


He walks in splendour of the crowns,
Kings are dark and collected,
Around the dignified angels and archangels,
Fixing their abode on the very rich and wealthy.

One shadow escapes after another,
Stars at night repair the folly of shadows
That cascade on the deals of royalty,
Discovery of a gigantic star is in the air.

Let the pure and expensive be comforted
By the very rich and excellent,
The thought of highness scrapes them,
And blushing men and women escape.

The final night has collapsed,
Lulling the following days,
Finding a dear man who is crazy when sad
And fitting to be called a rested minister.

Submitted: Thursday, April 21, 2011
Edited: Monday, May 23, 2011

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