Naveed Akram (15 December 1973 / London, England)
To The Gardens
I went to the gardens that behold me
And the men who cross traumas in life,
Subjects of the kingdoms are alight.
A chattering frog is snorting like a superior
Animal of the western hemisphere.
I went to the gardens remaining in the heavens,
Playing became second nature,
Offering my hands with ablution,
Never seeing was never doing.
The estimated population crumbled after some time.
So many filled the volumes with words,
Books upon books faced us
Even in the planets of the old spheres
Once in abatement, later in denial.
May the instruments offend you.
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