The External Poet - Poem by Naveed Akram
The poets are collected by their grace,
Poems after poems connect, convect and direct;
Words are worthy of sparkle and splendour,
Diamonds avert the disaster of a trade,
Poems are like jewels of taste and drama.
Poetry is my sport of the offered masses,
Opening a gate of peace to the fast vehicles
And fast pedestrians, the faster works.
The poets connect, return and concern the masses,
Opaque words are aboard the ship, like the jade
And topaz, inside the rings of careful gold.
The beasts of poetry are like wine and generations,
Forwards they mark their weapons, inside the jewels
Of the river that sparkles, internally and externally.
My words are fit for the audiences of the crowds,
Miracles have their fate, miraculous men forget.
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