Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 8,983 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

The Bridge - Poem by Naveed Akram

The bridge has passed its test, forever,
And we collect the truth about our travel,
Like the goings of a monster.
Cars and trains can save our life
From the outdoors and the foul creature called a bridge.
It is the car which is more than the train,
I can not conceive of a more suitable pain as the car.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 5, 2007

Poem Edited: Thursday, October 6, 2011

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