Naveed Akram (15 December 1973 / London, England)
Bitter bitumen is fetched by the real men,
The Goose is a fundamental animal of this place.
For geese concern me from their appearance
And they are bitter inwardly like real bitumen.
Bitter salt shall be loose and sticky as well,
Geese will tantalize you with their face,
For their necks are ripe and to swallow,
Feeding them salt is my only occupation.
Better tasks await the caskets of wine and oil,
Ointment collapses when darkness enters,
To soothe then the ointment will spoil,
Like geese do when flying towards their goal.
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