Naveed Akram

(15 December 1973 / London, England)

A Familiar Tune


She sends the familiar tune
To a land of rain and snow;
Sounds of the ocean are missing,
Noise is much too soft.
The feelings of the soul reside
In the heavens with earth,
Fat monsters bark crazier
Than their twins of fright.
My tunes are so silly
That windows will smash,
With glass sizzling with sight.
A sender of rains is about the godlier
Men, the men who feel the pinch
Of a day that admires no water
And just famine.

She sends a familiar tune to
Women who love like fairies,
Muttering and glowing like pearls
Touching the insides.
As islands matter to the rich,
A fuel has been deported
To the weak at heart.

Submitted: Monday, September 30, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, October 02, 2013
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