Beautiful Mountain Of Gold - Poem by Naveed Akram
To see a mountain is too many sights,
Yet you must believe in the nights of gold,
When rigours absorb the sea and the sea
Helps your penniless banks of money.
This mountain of gold is like a liar in snoring,
He is boring and will be getting tired,
Tired of golden worship that sizzles
In the shining sun of the worst stars.
Must we inspect the mountains? The floating
Ideas happen on the events excelling us.
To believe is such a tragic ending,
My suspects are absolved and their thrills
Abound with agony, like liars in the mud,
Fulfilling the fortunes of war.
Must we examine a boring man in his saying?
His saying, his sayings are statements of red
Joy, the blood seeps into the ranks of men,
The Red Army is joining with yours to enforce
Communism, like the man who indulged in these
Arts or sciences, the man whose rude heart
Dissolved fortune in a cup of beautiful solvent.
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