Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 22,145 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Winter Comes - Poem by Naveed Akram

We would all be rich when winter comes,
I am fighting a ditch when winter comes.

The galaxy of illness destroys itself,
My lair is becoming my itch when winter comes.

I have to meet the minds of a ghastly town,
The small knee is a sandwich when winter comes.

To see is to fasten the height of giants,
My christmas is solved in the stitch when winter comes.

My faster race is spoken to the everlasting,
I have to be given the football pitch when winter comes.

I must play by going where everything plays,
My nasty tail shapes to attach when winter has come.

Topic(s) of this poem: winter

Form: Ghazal


Comments about Winter Comes by Naveed Akram

  • (1/18/2016 10:59:00 PM)


    Very nicely done. The Ghazal is a difficult form. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, September 15, 2015



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