Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 20,708 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Your Twisted Heads - Poem by Naveed Akram

Your bitter, twisted heads are like foes,
Rolling in dust with the wind of joy,
Instigating a trouble for the foes at hardness,
Beset with gloom are the foes.

Your heads are a pair of trouble-makers,
In my diving arena they are puzzling me,
Their looks and stares are stresses;
Does my setting of the sun be a son?

You may join with the path of righteous men,
You may belong just like mountains of troops,
But the whole stadium of disbelief concerns
The columns of troops that meander their rate.

Puny, tiny and timid faces tread their smiles
When the troops reign a kingdom instead of me,
Causing the armies to abandon the foes,
Cases are being similar now in the way.

Topic(s) of this poem: army


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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 20, 2015

Poem Edited: Friday, March 20, 2015


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