Naveed Akram (15 December 1973 / London, England)
Still the evenings are long and hard,
Malicious pains have spread and harmed
Invented beings, spirits of their demise.
One is still wondering why the rains have
Appeared, keeping a towering fear.
The breezy winds have rained down hard,
Bumpy and steady, damp and heavy.
We are cuddly with the rooms of our taste,
The minor aspects differently embody us
As we see the plastic and heavenly eyes.
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