Naveed Akram (15 December 1973 / London, England)
My talents are as gloomy as the dark grounds,
To be a leek is to be like the grounds of saying,
But vegetables separately speak, and I know
More than you about eating and its manners.
My talent revised can be of special benefit,
Dreary and talented, I cause the ways of grace.
A little food must be moist, and feel like a hair
On a head, the hearts will beat in time.
Shapes are cool, shape them with the tongue
Of this graceful ground, on top of feeling
And emotion to display, the pains of endurance
Are unfavourable of this day.
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