Treasure Island

Naveed Akram

(15 December 1973 / London, England)

Poems of Naveed Akram

3821. The Possibility Of Disease 4/24/2010
3822. The Prayer Tonight 2/14/2014
3823. The Presidency 12/2/2010
3824. The Problem 1/10/2010
3825. The Psyche 11/7/2012
3826. The Purple Blood 7/16/2014
3827. The Real Lot 10/29/2011
3828. The Real Men 5/6/2011
3829. The Region 12/25/2007
3830. The Reign 8/16/2010
3831. The Relic Called Justice 8/3/2014
3832. The Religious Path 5/5/2014
3833. The Revolt 6/11/2010
3834. The Rich and the Poor 7/15/2009
3835. The Right Ambition 4/15/2009
3836. The Rite 4/14/2013
3837. The River 7/3/2009
3838. The Road is Longer 3/31/2007
3839. The Roads Are Built 7/6/2009
3840. The Room of Clocks 9/19/2009

To Be In The Extreme

To be a thought there must be work,
Only work endangers those with thinking.
Open fire on the enemy with whistling noise,
Suddenly we clear the sight and interact.
To be this thought is to be a whistling,
We stagger with disbelief, we stunt our deed.
The thoughts have been at our skulls,
Often the surgeons dissect a brain
To help with nationalities, but the brain

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