Hiding From The Family Poem by Naveed Akram

Hiding From The Family



He is hiding from me when I see him loving our family,
This hiding results in laughing, to find me, and the family.

It is busy in this hour of dreams, full of sleep I become,
When the lover of my dreams comes to bury the family.

The burial of a man is hidden from me, the chieftain,
Burying him is against all odds, a mere calamity, but the family?

You are hiding from me, laughing at me as lover hates,
Butter shall creep from my limbs attracting calligraphy of the family.

The whole episode is a farce of impossibility, my love
Has been extinguished now that you have been cavalry on the family.

This Lord I trust is not hidden from me, who sees everything,
He is omnipresent, and you are an absent being of the gentry, no longer of the family.

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Naveed Akram

Naveed Akram

London, England
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