Naveed Akram Poems

The source of the voice came to be known as a vessel,
It was the strangest beginning to overcome,
A man of shoulders and height became the initiative,
His pallid flesh was speaking too politely,
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The teacher looked into the depths of darkness,
Personally overwhelming and responsive;
The teaching carried on diligently like a log,
Filling itself with planets of the right action.
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Obnoxious oranges smell bad for bandits,
They munch and are set in their munching,
Collecting, repressing and eating their way.
The fruit of a tree connects with branches
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I looked at the signpost,
Consulting labors of the workers;
Much was to their taste,
Inside the working hours we agree.
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You remember my coming as an act of trade,
Smoke arises to burden the ones who convey;
A mirage has more degree and events
Than the only trade of neglect.
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I was then in a course of time that ran afloat,
The coronation of the emperor was upon my own thoughts;
Seldom do wishes of difficulty concern duty
And the virtues of a corrupt people.
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I hunched over the book of thoughts,
Contemplating the photograph,
Promising the exact inches of my thoughts,
Pumping the knees ever vigorously,
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Tell me, what are your eyes
That wore lids and plentiful numbers
Open to the public hours,
Loathing the stay of the century?
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He is merely unsuitable,
For the task terrific,
Mighty flesh has connected
To the lusts of the future.
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He put a shilling in the meter,
Looking and glancing, feeling the pain
That shrilled and mashed his soul,
Like something running and hooking,
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