Naveed Akram

(15 December 1973 / London, England)

Open The Freezers


Open the freezers now that curtains rise,
Maybe the frost and the ice can overrun.
Towards the aghast crowd a volley is thrown
To deter them as we surprise, forming it.

These gases are strange and unique in the dale,
Many such valleys have such whales,
On the land is their home for most of the time,
On the sea if they swim enough due to length.

May the gases believe you in these ways,
Hearing them by the ability is a dexterity,
One of those strengths cost all the men,
Readers will excel at their bending and display.

Inside the gust is another alley of trust,
Lulling the images of a colour that swerves
We see more of the marvellous ways
And the trust is building from outdoors.

Submitted: Wednesday, June 19, 2013
Edited: Thursday, June 20, 2013

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