To Be A Palace Poem by Naveed Akram

To Be A Palace



This house carries skies of life,
A pleasant country where it grows
Into a mansion, and then palace
So rich and glorious.

At frequent intervals the growth
Has a spurt, a spurt of energy;
Walking in and rising over
An inhabitant is a combatant.

The somewhat cold gleam
Entered the sticks and stones
Of the walls of the house,
It shivered for all time.

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Seema Chowdhury 20 August 2011

A poignant poem of nostalgic memories.

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Naveed Akram

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London, England
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