Naveed Akram (15 December 1973 / London, England)
Throwing A Ball
During the ageing process is a gift
For the hearty heads and the chiefs;
They mean too much to be hidden away
Like the age occurring with cultures.
Mighty thinkers bash into the plants of the past,
Exploring a sudden path for the dark and dank way
Still in my head of love.
No-one appears with genetic habits,
The effects of thinking possess small ramifications.
To end this life frontally objects
Like the face that nears us.
Shunning and throwing a ball,
The games of thinkers have ended too
Meltingly, wearing the plates of stings;
Allow the past to reconcile itself,
Brides are on the road to victory!
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