Naveed Akram Poems

They were poor in the health and wealth,
Young doctors cured as well as counted them;
Some became dead, some were resurrected,
Yet most were alive and dangerous.
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An intellectual masters a work he owns,
He is a very ardent man after death has occurred.
With him is a vividness of talk,
Entering nunneries and exiting monasteries
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Stephen struggled not to roll his eyes,
Built on the ground, his legs sprouted.
Being friendly his fire came from the heart,
Guns were from his soldiery a lesson
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The hill men shied from us,
As natives they worked far too hard,
Lax and unbearable, solid and concrete,
The hills and mountains were their home.
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I began to pull up a crude ladder,
The boots this time clung on;
To catch at the top a frequent visit
Was overworking but obvious play.
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I set him roughly on the ground,
I first thought to loosen his tie
Then the baby crawled into a barn
Of its own, so he set off, like a flame.
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I was led beside the table,
To be contemplated;
I was in great calm,
My combination of food
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Useful troops are pronouncing their names,
Loosely clasped, eagerly submitted;
Let the chase be on, let them come to the kitchen
So that worries disappear, so that replies are cast.
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The mode of aggression is supreme,
A defender was the oppressed;
There is paying, both with defenders
And offenders, for liberty it is so.
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I brought a candle always seeing it,
Remember the flame of my father,
Memorize the spells of disaster,
Find me the key to the city of my soul.
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