Naveed Akram (15 December 1973 / London, England)
Beams Of Light
He heard the cry for it a bit,
Stepped in and didn't want to look
As if the beams of light vanished,
Relics were afloat fearfully arising
In solemn nature, living alike.
This magical child cried in disbelief
Delving once more into oblivion
So obvious and obscure in the entirety.
Death occurred too late for the fights
Funnily felt a thorn in the side with spots.
He heard anyone do such a thing?
The child should call an errand boy,
Should call a silent one eye
To see and bring suspicion of reality.
On this community a pleasant news
Has arisen, for the night of this life.
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