Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 23,972 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

The Masters - Poem by Naveed Akram

To see the master grin is far too grim,
I see when he talks to the servant;
To see him regard the cushion is absurd,
For anyone retaliates and observes;
The reality of a day has arisen from splendor,
And its ranks are huge and multifarious.

I see the masters in their suit of armor,
Never is the word of a false knowledge spoken;
Towards the end of time the clothes are worn,
Then the shoes come secretly to blend;
This is next on the list of rules and instruction,
When our masters refrain from their food and drink.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 28, 2013

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