Thirteen Nights Poem by Naveed Akram

I was thirteen nights without an afternoon,
Before sleep the eternal snows began
To reach into my arctic heart, the running
Was about and fruitful like the heart.
It was snowing forming crystals
As the cold and the gardens bowed down
To the whole arena from the first cry.

I have a muffling silence to trap my socks,
On the garden walls, like dangerous balls
Of ice.
Enemy and hearings approached the roads,
Inside them a hearing collided with
Right snowballs.

Beating the ice was like a hunter
After its prey and breaking the ice
Confirmed a really panicky gesture.

My waiting for the ancient ice
Found me in a swallowing for the rights,
The going was rougher for the icicles,
Blue were the eyes of a reality.