Naveed Akram Poems

On the boulevard
Evening shakes
He sat behind the mirror
Loathing the bread winning
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In this age of biology
The looking and feeding
Is yet to appear,
At last the troubles are over,
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No announcements were made
By the windows and doors
Going to the edge of nowhere.
Happy thoughts arrive forming me,
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Skies so bright and wondrous,
The enemy is within, without;
The tower-view has the highest-peak around,
I played all-day with my eyes, seeing is corrupt.
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One knows one can repel
The forces of evil with cannons
After the view is taken by some.
The views expressed occur for us,
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I was born one child of children,
Following a personage to endeavour;
This time my age requires union
With the body of a human-self.
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Never can a child be stable in his life,
Living is dancing for him, dances are finer.
If I return to my house one time
I mount emptiness and spirits of fineness.
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I have anger and a dozen times I cried from it,
The angry men of this world go hungry from knowledge.
They have to know why questions are asked
And that when little men laugh they are ordered to.
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My names differ in the way they are told,
Goals for eternity are these names for some;
What power prevents me from being aware
Of faint thoughts about naming and telling?
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This house, this place I call a mansion,
Was rippled with disgust as the rains turned;
Cupboards vibrating, pots dismounting,
The earth was shattering in the hoses.
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