Dancer Poem by Naveed Akram

Dancer



Dancer of the mild air,
Is he learning a new song?
Or is wisdom the very utterance
Bellowing from his lips,
The mighty sands of the sparkling desert
Are characteristic of pain and all rigidity,
The mighty sands of sorrow fade away
From being dunes to small places.
Like a sandy region the dance is staged,
Having a turn of festivities.

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Naveed Akram

Naveed Akram

London, England
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