Bear Incident Poem by Naveed Akram

Bear Incident



There were limits to the valley,
Also this resumed for the rise verbally;
A final art erased its beginning,
To this valley I return with grinning;
For this valley flows from within,
After the river shakes where it has been.

Seeing water currents here and there,
I want to be so aware,
My armchair is against the bears,
For bears are like the air of chairs;
Little men surround them inside,
I want to now see and decide.

The bear stammers and starts
So that we drop, and then it contorts
Its furry face: my head is at peace
But the beautiful way of coyotes
Exceeds me, such is the life
That I run away and to my knife.

This knife is certain like gold,
It is my pleasure to behold,
Within is the secret of the blind
That repairs the old weird man outlined,
My shadows are secret like the air,
I have fled from a bear.

Then it seizes the legs with force,
The wife needs a divorce;
My face is contorted and without beauty
For I wince and remain fruity
For the bear who hides and taints
The blood for the worst of complaints.

A blood flows to the river and blood
Is red from too much said in the flood;
I am an invalid, I am an actual man
Now that I live too fast and began
A life away from this wilderness,
Away from the whole tenderness.

Blood is the river of redness,
The river subjugated me who is adventurous,
This adventure is my travel,
It is the traveller who sees and can unravel
This ghost of being that sighs,
So please do not then criticise.

This bear is in my chair today,
Yet its belated mind is yesterday;
I see the river is faster
So I wade and escape the disaster,
This bear is in my chair
And I have worried to this anywhere.

Water took my flight into itself,
The grizzly bear was correct like a wolf,
But water was the element of design
That left with my going I assign.
The wolf or bear was sudden,
But the river saved me from the forbidden.

I saw it in the distance,
Alone in its existence,
But my home had to arrive,
To see this I must derive
A basis for my faults that drive
My sacred nature that is alive.

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Naveed Akram

Naveed Akram

London, England
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