Naveed Akram Poems

I served the man with pocket-money,
Out of a slender fund - the accumulated savings.
My parts and wholes of volumes of work
Ganged up on me, and I fed others with facts.
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I came home to the funeral,
Liking the battles of weeping,
For the burial had no impulse,
A little man was about to see us.
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They looked calm, ripped asunder
As a meteor wrecked the village,
It hung over the skies as a boulder
Flying into the region of distaste.
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Quickly I sat and repelled talk about myself,
The mountain cats stung me and sang aloud
Their song of strong tears that seemed to be burden,
Like the wrong talk they obliterated from me.
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There was a shriek of steel against stone,
The sword clanged and changed as it strove;
This double-handed fight pursued the victim,
Great heroes fooled the prospects, and the condition.
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Over their shoulders they pulled the load,
Fresh people have fresh news of the time;
They resist the temptations, their illness
Is spear-like for the moments of distress.
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A grunt had replied the accusation,
It span around a flash overridden with torture
That stagnated the soul and leapt into scenes
Of disgrace, annoyance and displeasure.
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Beady eyes looked out onto the field of vision,
Someone cried, shorter and longer were the shadows;
Locked into a storeroom, other senses quickly returned,
Fitting the behaviour of the past and future.
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I was quite happy here,
I would go demented after nerves
Have split, like cells and molecules.
My life is like liquid gold,
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Happy man think why I am so proud,
My mind says pathways of light
Between the heavens and the earth,
So we say that the future is succulent.
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