The Room Of Clocks Poem by Naveed Akram

The Room Of Clocks



On the mantelpiece is placed a clock,
Forcing a smell too plain, with an aftershock.

The clock demands a light so bright,
Time flows designing a living of delight.

This room has ornaments too beautiful,
A clock grows largely from the Most Merciful.

The time of change has arrived from Him,
The death of a room is lingering, like a pseudonym.

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Naveed Akram

Naveed Akram

London, England
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