Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 29,335 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

The Bed Of Water - Poem by Naveed Akram

Much is trained in the rebel who teaches us
What to do and something retaliates in the plagues
That munch distraughtly without the need to plunge
Into blushing roses sitting on bridges of ice and water.
Much is then outside in the bed of water,
Shooting the underground images so lost on the red
Page, fixing a detour of the offering, a little light
So damnable to the ordinary eye.

These masks contaminated, we feel freedom with
Consideration as the muzzles of puppies are emotionally
Removed from them, in the sense of a party proliferating.
Once the gain of the audience is mused,
An audition is resented for this trained rebel,
Who sees rats and mice with fierce recognition.

Much is talked over with spirits of the odious spirits,
Hate is an instrument onto another one out of the blue,
Much trained in tragedy will dine on the laid-out food.
A table is spread out to invite the intelligent conversation
Or the intellectual court of lawful candidates.
One sees a hearing of the criminality.

Topic(s) of this poem: free verse

Comments about The Bed Of Water by Naveed Akram

  • Edward Kofi Louis (2/13/2015 4:01:00 AM)

    Nicde piece of work. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.


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