Naveed Akram (15 December 1973 / London, England)
A Wisdom is a small compartment,
Yet forgiven for its smallness,
For does the tract entwine or the reading
Abide in the senses?
Some day a wise man offers
His support like another sage,
Loose fittings of clothing
Undermine the objective for he is wise.
The sage of the acts and translations,
Lives among the valleys of
The deep earth and soil of tummies
And stomachs that eat up facts.
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