Naveed Akram Poems

The cave or cavern is a moss and cloth,
I adventure, I admit, and I escape to slip away;
Back in the days of the cephalopod,
My mighty eyes beheld a prey.
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To embellish the pages of my book
Is to suddenly rectify the meaning,
Boulders of thoughts incite me
As I run the aim of my hour in beauty.
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I like the war on the world,
I love all of the prisons praised,
An H-bomb erupts like a volcanic act,
The bacillus will die, in front of the balustrade
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Return to the once strange kindness that was in the bag,
Lifting it from the home of its leanings,
Keeping the backpack and all of the knowledge,
Letting it slip was wrong for the venture.
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I fortune, you master,
For the forces work and you consider
My blessings for the ultimate day.
A god has spoken to me on this day,
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It is the fear of long words,
Inside this phobia is a name
That frustrates.
One has an ailment now that sayings
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Cats of the old world concentrate and think,
Without energies the words of the sane are few;
The laws abundantly spread their orders
From higher officers that reign supreme,
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My sentence is a form of heaven,
Enlightening the population persevering,
My words chill the bones and the spine,
My work is not complete this day.
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Be wars of the highest enquiry,
No matter what truth is thrown around the world!
Nobody gives passports in this generation,
More respect stands for the patriot,
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