Treasure Island

Naveed Akram

(15 December 1973 / London, England)

A Book


A volume speaks of divine actions and rigorous mathematics
Of the soul as a light of heaven.
A book reads of writing and matter of energy, of work
And the studies binding us in flames and ruination, of pleasure.
A word is like a nothing, a liver and a heart is strangely so,
The merger of phrases have Paradise.

Submitted: Wednesday, February 06, 2008

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