Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 24,836 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Lost Trees - Poem by Naveed Akram

The cutting of trees is distinct for we play,
Escape routes exist to last for generations.
A growth arises in the muddy waters,
Slaves seem to decay as the land alters.

A sane person was a town for the trees,
Pavements in places sensed the crowd;
Tracks for the routes dismayed our coasts,
For travel became a lost cause, a lost religion.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 14, 2011

Poem Edited: Saturday, May 14, 2011

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