Seconds In Prison Poem by Naveed Akram

Seconds In Prison



Seconds are the deadliness of this century's prison,
The prisoners are like the artefacts of religion.
Second thoughts are the residences of the very poor,
More effort defines the antiques inside the mansion of honour.

My seconds are like works of art that diminish
In the hurts of the century, the instants of time.
My historic house is a learner and teacher,
Devout reactors are of the destruction.

The studies of this day are of the night,
Modern men read from the scribes who
Are really like sages of the sight,
Their mighty pens are like eyes that recite.

Monday, October 20, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: time
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Naveed Akram

Naveed Akram

London, England
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