Naveed Akram (15 December 1973 / London, England)

In these days of stupidity
Having a voice for the signs
Then in the rivers of mud
We strive for the heavenly bridges
And the gates riding in
With helpers and genetic men.

The female crowd was bitter
To bend and interfere in the holiness
Then in sentences of joy.

I see a godly helper in the distance
Who seeks knowledge after me!
I see a good man be naturalness
On the grounds of pity.

I send the sentences of regret
Into the abyss of modelling,
Models of numbers are in substance
Due to the subtle arts.