An Adult Stares Poem by Naveed Akram

An Adult Stares



A baby or adult stares at the air force,
Keeping books of bibles and baths;
We are fed by beds, bees arrive,
And birds be bottles of vice.
What angers await the diamond places?
There is commotion of hundreds,
Already a drill is based on the site.
Let drums be hazards in our realm,
Let the dung of camels happen every day.

Sunday, September 4, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: places,baby,bees,books
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Naveed Akram

Naveed Akram

London, England
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