Naveed Akram - Beauteous Knowledge

Which of the beauteous creatures
Will be this night an animal to write with me?
My beasts are all clawing at my door ledge,
Knowledge escapes from the evening.

This night was a number of wonders,
A baby has more special joy and heaven,
But it looked innocent by the way it stared,
The knowing distinction became embedded
So fast and far they were becoming too many.

This night a whirl arose, wings of the flower
Were petals, their heraldry seemed the bosom,
And it could fly to pretend and enjoy,
Knowledge became sparse and I was a flower
This evening, the very same heap of gold and pearls.

Naveed Akram

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