My Troubled Fists Poem by Naveed Akram

My Troubled Fists



My troubled fight is celebrated
Before this sanctioned pride.
How could you forget smilies like this?
The maple leaves crash into the ground
Where other leaves crinkle with pencils.
The duck pond crashes with the people,
What troublesome sport is this?
It is the pond mastering the lavish banquet
Blissful, not grieving like heavenly straits
Or the stars in heaven above the tellurian ground.

It is a postable letter, full of wrinkled haste,
Those with obtempering to do have to wait,
Let the doctor be temperate and wild.
His mind is crashing into the cocaine
Of the winter night, it took a long time
To digest, and now ruining is the proud
Head and the mighty heart full of hats.

How could I forgive this heart-ache?
Why does the sin be perpetrated
In such guises of a sloven?
The visions abound of such right,
With right and rights so like shoulders.

Monday, August 4, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: fight
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Naveed Akram

Naveed Akram

London, England
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