Two Other Gardeners Poem by Naveed Akram

Two Other Gardeners



Who might he be? His name was number,
The prize was certain and curious,
For the look over the world deserved it,
Like the two other gardeners,
Who walked the plague, for the arts
And the mirror, stories old ago.

The world was a player for home,
Grades of slopes were afoot,
They wanted more observation
And prison, to see the seeds of deformity,
Once the seeds were put to ground,
Living a lie was terrible.

I have created a faith for the creatures,
One world is wanted and lust is certain,
To be the certainty is attending a story.

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Naveed Akram

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