Naveed Akram Poems

The tattered man had a tone of repetition,
With his speech the direct conversation flowed.
He regarded the awakening as a joining of hands,
The ground received a rude call from his hands.
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The cutting of trees is distinct for we play,
Escape routes exist to last for generations.
A growth arises in the muddy waters,
Slaves seem to decay as the land alters.
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In the meditation room, a top man sways,
His thoughts relayed throughout the galaxy;
Delighted in some swaying piracy,
Innocently the sentence unwinds to see rivers.
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Embracing the heavenly seasons defends sunlight,
A slight rain comes, defending and offending the outcome;
Frail vines never rest on this trail atop the cliffs,
And we are lost in thoughts with traces of rain.
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I spent the morning loving freedom,
Rock and cave seemed mightier than school;
I sat here on open rock: a lone day,
Like the lone nights awake,
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One day You ask: What are you up to?
- I work for lattices
And concoct doors for lamps.
The door to heaven will be split,
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Love came and my name remained
To be filled with awe afterwards;
It was light and enragement from the wind
And the weather became sweet afterwards.
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If you do not cast away souls
My living and dying shall cease;
I shall come with love and bear corn,
Like the fields of heavenly gardens.
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A pious man brings a gift for the lame one,
It is a rosary with thousands of beads;
His tortures do never seize him,
For he prays so acceptably in the eyes of His Lord.
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If you can wait, weep and explode,
Trust yourself afterwards with the law
And its letter, forcing the enemy to surrender.
You are losing yours, you blame it on him,
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