Naveed Akram Poems

Who might he be? His name was number,
The prize was certain and curious,
For the look over the world deserved it,
Like the two other gardeners,
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I kept an eye on disaster when I could,
To protect the belief of looking up,
Turning had curvature, touring was sprung,
And the hesitation played into the books.
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It was an agreement of the lines,
The days of a child devastated few,
But thrust into the corner of the woods
Was a sighing creature of danger,
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The small television was on us and them,
It could make more for the years than dust
On the books and rules of the pen.
Writing for its sacredness compiles a larger area,
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He tossed the map to the side,
A road emerged for the undertaking.
This day a route was produced
For the three miles or so.
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The magic of a song unearths a singer,
This dwarf of beauty envies nothing;
The entrenched soul is like a dragon
Of smoke and fiery breathing in songs.
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To say the many-faceted reliefs was a stone to throw,
Into the pond it was delivered, to be picked up and thrown.
One fish was like guards, the guards were customary to
The region, as this county behaved and answered like spies.
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To envy is to die for the sport,
The block of wood was broken
So faster than the wood of the heavens,
Let their spices run deep.
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To tie the neck of a man in union
Connects to the humane race of men;
Without the bridges underneath them,
Some are without.
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For gels and jellies a goodness pleases
Bellies behaving badly, without the little
Concentrating.
We took once an open chest of drawers
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