Naveed Akram

(15 December 1973 / London, England)

The Cerulean Sea


A cerulean sea awaits the canorous music
Understood by the land, after the way we begin.
Screeching past us, the waves of pleasure corrupt
Us where the fraternity displeases and shocks.
One's scrawny body swims and lives within,
So that some people are steady, and also speedy.
Sparse droplets of water emanate from the sky
So blue like the sea that shines.
Fluffy clouds crowd around the arsenal of fuels,
To be damp and murderous, tiny and poor.
I have finery in them, fine works in them,
Your momism extracts blessings more than this.
It was a bumpy ride to the clouds,
Now that I know everything.

Submitted: Sunday, July 21, 2013
Edited: Monday, July 22, 2013

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