Naveed Akram

(15 December 1973 / London, England)

Poems of Naveed Akram

381. Be Proud 4/18/2008
382. Be Punctual! 4/18/2013
383. Be So Boy 2/8/2009
384. Be Thanked 12/12/2012
385. Be The One 12/28/2013
386. Beach 10/2/2013
387. Beady 6/3/2011
388. Beams Of Light 12/9/2013
389. Bear Incident 2/28/2014
390. Beauteous Knowledge 9/19/2013
391. Beautiful And Lovely 6/30/2010
392. Beautiful Cage 8/8/2008
393. Beautiful Courage 12/26/2013
394. Beautiful Life 3/16/2010
395. Beautiful Love 12/27/2009
396. Beautiful Posture 12/23/2012
397. Beautiful Sayings 9/17/2008
398. Beautiful Tactics Of Man 1/23/2014
399. Beautiful Thoughts 2/2/2013
400. Beautiful World 7/23/2009

Minutes Of Play

Minutes of play were exact remembrances of honesty,
Forgetting was starting to start the ends of the earth;
My hours of flying were over like the dresses of soil,
The turf we whitened was overtaken by the ground of electricity.

My minute play was small enough to adapt to roses;
Promises, and more promises barged in like roses,
My play was over when we began to over recite,
Like the layman in his flute of life we call to address.

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