Naveed Akram Poems

Had we lived among giants the world would have stopped,
Then hesitation separated us from the monsters of the deep.
Designs of complexity denounce us when we are stopped,
Killing our intentions further and further, so we cry.
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Danger us when sick, solemn is the quest,
For we laugh abundantly and loudly, about the best.
The dangers from the breasts cling to mortality,
A home occupies the soul so wildly with ambiguity.
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A dark and dank place is never illuminated by the fog,
Derelict and driven to poverty, a place like this betrays.
Absolute abnormality hesitates, blinding the vision like a fog
Or frustrating the cause and callous natures exert like hell.
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Going to the bench of wonder brings joy,
A familiar goddess springs up for the country.
We see employment of the years all in a flash,
Oil has remarked on the gold out there in civilisation.
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To describe a plain hamlet is to be in pain
From this coastland and trade, governing the sweet
Hills, always asking your pride.
To describe, we meet each other as artists,
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The winning game resolves itself from the pain of time,
Success lasts forever, the doors to it remind me of space;
Then my keeper trains me well, with food to demand from me,
So that wealth is a picture of wonderment for the relaxer.
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The glory that escapes the glories has been admired
Through and through, little do they know the wisdom,
Little do they know a surprise attack from behind and in front,
Lulling the air with such brilliant silence.
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To see the sun is to see a lamp constructed from ice,
This ice is overbearing for it commands the strength
Of thousands and millions, billions and trillions do upset.
From the star in the sky we observe the wonders of this world,
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I hold on to words that quickly fire at your mind,
Your mind occupies the whole room like a sign,
This sign was vast like the stars of the universe,
Your signal represents us after another round.
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Some ghosts just drifted and kept safe,
Their case was the throats of some guile,
The twitching never ceased, never the style
Of events in this welcome air of residues reddened.
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