Naveed Akram Poems

The day my strength desists,
Is the day my time is at an end.
From loving of my shadow
I speak of a darkness to behold.
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Interest made a fond memory,
Inside it heaves as an enigma
Of metallic seizures,
Of worm and cellophane
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Roses are them who flourish like seeds of the wind,
The winds are forcing their lairs into the grass of happiness.

Free him, the brave one, who is the holiest prize of the world’s bliss,
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Bring a paper over the scene asking me to read;
Just a little word will work like my heart,
Just some peace is likened to the heat of the partner
Who is the wife.
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The moonlight hated through the atmosphere
As a glare of human understanding
Rather than a painting of knowledge,
Other than that picture
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Sizzle the cloth of its fibres,
To cut a razor you are unable to,
But it burns your fibres and the cloth,
As an open weapon of warfare
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Like the convenience of laughter
It hopes of managing itself
In a grassed plain, an enormous desert
Of waste and landscape.
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Do not change the philosophy of your marriage with thoughts,
Rather, contempt shall arise from other quarters,
And thinking a certain madness will rebuke the Lord.
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Awe is deadly to the soul, the soul,
For it damages the evil spirit and mince,
The management of the existence is a role
That we play, that may gain footprints.
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Return to the road we love in some time,
This time is to enjoy as we tread and climb;
We reach and then cry, we stretch and make efforts
Too strange, for we can ride pleasurable comforts.
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