To Be In Years - Poem by Naveed Akram
To be in years before the outward aspects
Is the infinite wonder of this generation;
To witness the fall of men as they stand before time,
Is to be warts and abscesses, those finite changes.
I wade into the swamp of humankind,
Seeing mysteries unravelled before my limbs,
Those same yawns and sighs,
These infinite beleaguered notions.
My time has arrived, many explode to be dreamt
By the hearts offered by gods,
My time explores under the lands
And under the snows so ravaging with decline.
The descending flakes of snow are a testimony
To the ever-increasing anger of the authorities.
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