Naveed Akram Poems

The wedding-feast is over,
The lawn is dark again,
Shadows boil and become royal,
Like witnesses of the puzzle.
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Forced by tragedy the tradesmen sell their goods,
Damning the praises coming for their livelihoods;
Cotton, wool and silk give in to their owners,
Wealth shall empower some of the loaners.
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The talons of desire are upon us all,
The brush of wickedness is abrading the fold
That covers us, with stimulated light
And stunted might, a grievous penalty
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I went many days,
But then some master rejoiced
In my arms, blowing out the
Dark livid cause
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Since the blushing of the sun at dawn,
And the phrases of a godly saint,
One poet needs a holy war with words
So that fighters frighten one another
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My art does speak a
Certain pride so well ahead
Of those with some speech.
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The greatest and best island of this world
Creates a sense of peace for the world.
The people desire its importance to shine,
Your own wickedness is then launched
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The family entered a pact called a religion,
Inside this cast of characters you behold strong engagements.
Joy is substantial in this work of Man,
My relatives are my relationships forever.
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He was still at her feet,
In a tone of despair,
As if he soon after came
And produced justice.
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Naturally my neat handwriting
Carries me further than the rest.
The caressed mothers dress to obviously
Believe in criminals and malefactors.
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