Surreptitious Slave
A penumbra masters my mind,
That plethora of beliefs and thoughts;
Mind’s duels are quintessential
For the rate of ideas explodes.
A surreptitious man is a spy when sold
To the slavery-dealers, superpowers.
What is this rhapsody for him?
A redolent eye is owned by the rich,
One lethal hand finds peace with roses,
Two feet seem like ripples of sand.
The slave is a spy of espying importance,
So he avoids a seraglio for the major question:
How much is his theft?
An oeuvre of much cleverness
And redolent for it seems blind enough.
He is a shadowy figure now,
Old age overtook him, and he died
Always with an honourable death.
poem by Naveed Akram
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