A Faraway Land - Poem by Naveed Akram
I have arrived in a faraway land,
Cosy, calculating in atmospheric pressure;
The maths of a spring is like the summer,
Numbers bounce like the plains.
We are letters of inspiration,
Full of open doors that shut.
Have a land in this sudden lust,
The land is bulging towards their land.
Let language be the subject of hate,
Let meaning arise from the dawn of time,
And so words fly so absurdly today.
My approach is permanent like the door,
It shuts and masters the very poor guy,
His facial complexion is his reflection.
The mirror of a day bounces to the payment
Of prizes and prisoners in way of argument.
I have been a faraway land, a land of disguise,
The very act was to call it home.
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