My Art Poem by Naveed Akram

My Art



My art does speak a
Certain pride so well ahead
Of those with some speech.

My sprint is bolder
Than a hundred runners yet
It saves me from food

See summer in bloom
Like a painting on the sky
Inside a little

A winter burden
Appears in the snow to find
Me also in snow

A sea is like art
That heaves and betrays many
In the world of myths

Thursday, March 5, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: art
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Naveed Akram

Naveed Akram

London, England
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