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Thursday, January 28, 2016

The Devils Of The Wind

I mean I muttered, too finally
To myself as the wind turned to snow;
This barbarous act became the normal
Work of a devil incarnate, selfish creature.

The wind was the windy devil, the slight
Imposter of the sand and rain, a feeble
Actor of the highest dilemma, as the final
Work revolved around the earth as it stays.

The windy devils congratulated their fire,
They absorbed the sins of a countless people,
All their hats and armies fostered belief
In the destruction of the devils and demons.

I began to mutter ever to myself about the sin
Residing in some earthquaked hearts, believing
In something to support the awe that may carry
Their souls to a different place, where the wind never
Blows.
Naveed Akram
Topic(s) of this poem: evil,wind
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