Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 23,489 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Vanishing Flood - Poem by Naveed Akram

The air is forced into tragedy
For those who work are indeed called
Work, as this speeds up the age.
The drama is unfolding sweetly,
Like a circus that drifts among provinces.
In this living learning we see a
Fountain of colours unimaginable
As the rainbow of the flood.
His ark was sacred with all its animals
And we are the modern animals
Tied to chains called action.

One flood vanishes to remake another,
The ark is now too small to reflect.
The hammers come down fast,
Breathing in their strikes is faultless.
For the nails embedded in the rock
Are those of antlers and other articles.
One flood is aptly furnishing the Earth
With good many saints, and some sights.

Topic(s) of this poem: natural disasters

Form: Free Verse

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 19, 2015

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