Naveed Akram Poems

The first mile of the journey slid,
But when I did walk in my own place
I took my seat and never desired it.
I thanked the air and it did not trouble me,
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My names are upon the shoulders,
Like words on a page of a book all-large;
My fixations differ on this page
For certain phrases linger, like the language.
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Underneath the sea is a wizard of cleverness,
Above the oceans is a witch that does witchery;
They fold and design their plans for the wealth
Of a nation they have called, as the faster news
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This hash is a slash of print,
The signification lashes and crashes
Penning in the meaning of a pen.
Ageless meanderings writhe and work
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Profuse understanding was at least a gesture
Or colour, the speaker was broad-shouldered
And had lizard hand with painting and colour.
Was a chameleon or a comedian, the man on stage?
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The time was rapidly drawing near,
We went below to dropp an insult
Of work and rapid strokes of luck.
The lapping of the waves below
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There has been worry and strife all year,
The sloping ground and the abhorrent facts show;
The showing of nature is then spinning first,
With regards to the godly labour, and desks of thinking.
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Where there is an arrow there is thought,
Inside the island is a disease so welcome,
These layers of thought are in the mind,
Opening tragedy and comedy as well.
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To take his place you are against him,
Three more rushed to take his muscle,
His hands were on his head and they were big,
His hands shook like feathers and more.
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I stand in the doorway for the turning gates,
Trying to be helpful, trying to be sad,
Coming forward as tapping is essential.
Just wander and stand in the room,
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