The Funambulist - Poem by Naveed Akram
The fruity scheme passed all tests of fame,
Screeching mazes fought for you after the spill.
Fluffy clouds and earth beget more children,
Further than the fifth heaven, the sixth and seventh.
A funambulist touches the skies with unbelievable
Strong and loving arms and legs.
This is the scheme of brilliance and torture,
The tortuous winds seem to be hatred
And lengths of travel then in progress.
I am damp, lonely like the fluffy clouds
That deliver their praises to some who dare
To keep the beauty of some people
Who deem others as best creatures.
The fruits of the world reign and deliver,
For the world's orchards are grains
Of gold and silver and bronze.
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