The Moment of Truth
I am the dad of signals, of the best,
Those pictures mash, collide, retain and burn;
From actual right we stride too soon and churn
This message so much loud, then so assessed.
Your mum will guarantee us force, molest
The atoms of those plays, in this cavern
That lives in pictures bright, from one lantern;
The cavern disappoints the very nest.
This picture damages my life so bold,
My parents told me why my sight was tall,
My mum and dad were pictures blending mad.
I had to find this celebration told,
My life completely saved itself, just all,
The photograph made facts always then sad.
poem by Naveed Akram
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