Sunday, December 22, 2013

The Night Of The Wolves

The night of the wolves was said with a smile,
Evaporating and colliding with them was seen
As demented and crazy like bravery and farce.
The flattering of me was condemned by the snowy
Hazards in the wake of tragedy, that marketed
The items of dressage, and the trousseaus seemed
Ornate in the negative sense.
How would people stay fit in their attire?
Going to the fountain was like doing a fitness
For yourself, and their mentalities became old.

The wolves on that night harassed the majority
Of brave men and women, clasping their ill, aching
Knee-caps and ligaments, rectifying the behaviour
Of ancient civilisation.

This night optimistically fought for the animal
Kingdom, made of men and boulders
That rolled down cliffs, and vanished in the mist.
They evaporated and drew into dust dazzling to the
Sprayed eyes, stinging with fever and rights.

The wolves revisited to their dangerous dismay,
How clever were the victims to die so
Boldly, with animals as enemies surrendering
To all who came before their burning hearts.
Naveed Akram

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