Treasure Island

Naveed Akram

(15 December 1973 / London, England)

Upsetting Sun


I feel the upsetting sun on my hands,
Felt like a monument to be acting,
Like the black death or white stupor,
This motion of the planets never stopped.

I feel the uplifting sun and stars,
Grace has shaken the poor one,
Kicking and pulling the stray dogs
You find with decided winds of the night.

Submitted: Wednesday, April 10, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, October 08, 2013

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