Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 21,217 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Monuments Alive - Poem by Naveed Akram

Many lives have I been since young masters
Who harness the crimes of the hugging men,
Mud and ache caresses the brain as it rains,
The rains are more than the snows and hail.

Many live according to the Shakespeare,
Others have written on board the ships,
But some play agony on their minds so that
Medals arrive by the hundreds so as to light.

My addresses uniquely endow the palaces,
Many magics arouse the neck with some sense
In this part, my masters are unique so do not
Be mean to my teachers of the entire universe.

Must we extract a religion from the wakes of tomes,
These majesties and plain truths, the books of command,
And the great books of the western earth?
Let the alive monuments bespeak with fervour.

Topic(s) of this poem: monument


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