Treasured Horizon - Poem by Naveed Akram
Hold onto rapid treasure
Due to gods that lighten the load
As death approaches the wand.
I cannot mind you if deserts
And grey clouds insert their
Souls and relish the behaviour
Of a hundred herds of cattle.
The wand that binds them
Is power of the electric fields
And the helpless few who
Have chemistry and biology.
My doctors delay the horizon,
As treasure is faster than the sword
So livid with rage in the very wise
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