Creatures Of This Island Poem by Naveed Akram

Creatures Of This Island



Inside the islands of despair are creatures
So divine that they emit rays of supreme manhood;
Some of these primitive, perfect men are like ghosts
Of the night, evil in nature as the progress shows.
My nights are longer to do them, my nights
Connect with the days sometimes unusually.
The expectations surprise these days inside the island
Of most despair. I realistically consume as many men
As the monster that profanely masters his brethren.
My days are strongly connected to other ways,
These staying men are like expressions of hate
And my love for their flesh never diminishes.
So that islands convene we swear our loyalties,
These loyal men once grew other men to maturity.

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Naveed Akram

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London, England
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