Naveed Akram Poems

A dangling rope is a relative to the unknown,
From the absorption of heat and cold the rope is alone;
Jostled by the windy weather, a bit of string is enough
To relish the conduct of war, the machine always rough.
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We are shackled by the devils and nobodies,
Yes, our pulling and pushing can not help.
The real pushes enter the system of penalties,
Slaves join and nightly the internal talk begins.
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The trail that leads to eternity on this Earth?
We see a diviner purpose to the trial,
We’re searching for the exact system,
The real approach to humanity is within us.
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The dalliance so severed my veins with fire,
The dilly-dallying of my life had just happened.
My virtues involved the system of joy,
The vilification of a soul was upon us.
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This charming rod of light reigns in my heart,
In this heart I crawl formally and enter the realm so desired.
Fitting into my pencil and pen is like agony itself,
Writing may be innocence, but the pen itself gleams.
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It is a loan for life, the beauty of it,
What does blend with the eyes?
The pair of slanting eyes look in us,
They belong to a man of long life.
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Grave words uttered through the lies
Have entered the slight hand of a master.
You penetrate the ideas of a man with guile,
Pursue his character until he mastered the actual life.
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Let us talk forming the thought so proud,
I think to overpower, as to the learning.
Deadly debate welcomes my friends,
Reflect then on certainties and refutations.
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I made a death out of fame,
Food became the emblem;
Once the priest forbade the code,
I helped the message into the throat.
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The sun has pleasure, the moon has fun,
They collide in thoughts of space fulfilling me.
This action you gain from the soul is better,
You ask too many acts to be made for the ruin.
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