Naveed Akram Poems

The day of arising is too long,
You sweat so hard in it, so long;
The deeds must wait and loiter,
The days arise so as to speak of the final day.
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To love I love again, to test, to be gay,
And further we gain sight of his heart.
My height of laughter is too high,
Gray and silver at times for too long, like clouds.
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Under the bed of roses we find peace,
Where we stand in heavenly habits finding it;
The roses are never crushed for all of us,
The roses sweetly remember us on this day.
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I love the world at its doorstep
Once more.
My death will abolish the fervour
At the heart.
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In the end is a prize so exact and demanding,
This event can kill everybody, as one is able.
The life of a thousand lovers reacts to loving souls,
Their generation beguiles the generations.
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I thought one day the feathers of mine had collapsed,
The innocent wings which fly for me, the innocent wings.
These flap due to surges in the wind, and to the tail
Worth my action, worthy of fruit and sugar.
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Satisfy us, the sauce is laid on the plate,
To sound like a train we munch on the crockery.
All of us are tame, men sweat due to food and water,
This ranch of dining musically swings with munching.
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I keep the anorak of rainy seasons
When I am sad with ants in circles.
To antagonize my sad feelings
Worsens the interrogative remarks.
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