Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 20,325 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Strange Mists - Poem by Naveed Akram

Up where the long avenues besiege mountainous wastes,
A little star went to heaven like a little star in smallness;
Up where the strange mists roamed delighted in existence,
We matched the ideals of a bygone age in such light.
The pressure is when your eastern skies meet the western,
The volumes of ghosts persuade a lighter fuel of art.
This mountain of the highest art is a clothing of rock,
Fixed in its splendour as a massive gale and force.
The belongings of cherished beings sustains the night,
When prowess displays itself in mighty sounds of signs.

Topic(s) of this poem: strange, weather

Form: Free Verse


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, September 15, 2015



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