Naveed Akram (15 December 1973 / London, England)
Tree Of Diamonds
The diamonds on a tree radiate their warmth,
Having flown to the summit of the earth and rain,
Having love and cherishing qualities that beat the soil.
One imagines diamonds on a clear day,
Lonely as heaven and its wastes,
Earth may house some treasures similar.
Diminishing skulls have grown and described
The teeth of the realm we call majestic;
The knights of the kingdom answer to the prayers
Of a sad dramatic age, one of the chronic habits.
Crucial circumstances inhabit the earth and soil,
Many habits are constructed and are mean to the favoured ones.
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