Naveed Akram Poems

Pure imagination succumbed to the broadcasters,
They were not so sleepy in their prime computing;
The extra sense of sound and light bore evil
And more polite sport and more underneath this.
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A tale was found and quartered for the dust
Died afterwards like the fountains receding;
It was a history of sorrow, time might complete
And times may change according to desire.
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The robbers rob and the thieves thieve,
Like the warriors that bled from too much
That they foresaw and had felt a need to expunge,
For the heroes of this day shall turn into odors
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Pleated cloth becomes lean like meat,
Divulged by the major pure men;
The very rich take some rage with heat,
The hot weather causes the hot dinner.
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Open is the road to defeat,
Under the bushes is meat that thrives,
Over the heat is the heart of calamity
And so cares are kept aside.
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To see the master grin is far too grim,
I see when he talks to the servant;
To see him regard the cushion is absurd,
For anyone retaliates and observes;
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They are the biggest and longest hours of the goal,
There needs to be a change of heart and goals,
Fulfilling us both with smiles and cheer
In the process of learning.
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I saw the spirit of a century,
I saw the seller of monotony and pain,
For each woke and sold
Their wonderful feeling,
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I served a role in the headache of thoughts,
That men of thinking established throughout
With their likable schemes and laws of the pen.
I served a role in the joke of eternity,
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The problem was I suddenly thought a risk had occurred,
Internal and international was the solution of a final prison;
The masters of wisdom saw a pain to be connected
To another pain that was witnessed
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