Naveed Akram Poems

Her name was of maturity in the snow,
Excitement, laziness and pride was correct;
And this afternoon she strolled across the falls
As the rocks beneath her emptied her tin and soul.
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Before the war the major had been a scholar,
Systems were malfunctioning due to his guess,
And so he jingled with pride at the open air,
Instilling pride in those eyes that were two.
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Life is a bed of dreams
Of the variety we admire
Day after day and hour after hour.
The numbers are advised,
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The meal was over as I spoke,
Innards kept the blessing of cooking;
My spoken tongue was inert
As prayers were repeated.
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The heart is attacked by the opponent or enemy,
This heart feels heavy with hurt, it is my heart.

Then this murmuring is felt by the winner of love,
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Abiding advice rested on my soul,
This afternoon there was an advert
For the future of my eerie existence,
One that was an airport of alarm.
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The sorrows forming on this force were still,
Yet you are gaining pride everyday,
To make yet more of sadness and anyway,
Like suns and stars of this lone world so ill.
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The birds are singing out aloud,
This dream starts now, so be!
Let answers cry so high in cloud,
A flight ability.
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We strive to end all matters at the start,
Like the arrow that finishes and exerts,
Must the final scene be of the dart?
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To find the greatest pleasure is better
Than gold and silver, forwards they do run;
Discover us in madness, in action,
As we have gold, the sole abandoner
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