Naveed Akram Poems

Dancer of the mild air,
Is he learning a new song?
Or is wisdom the very utterance
Bellowing from his lips,
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Falsehood hated the solving mind,
Lines of glory have been written
Due to aches and pains of the collision
That compels us to wrong and turn over the head
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My virtue is sick like magic,
It defines acute and obvious ability;
My view dances in my eyes,
Little lovers of mine, little colours
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The climate we spring from is hot,
So hot and heavy, in a live manner such a lot.
Eruptions meander in our minds with fighting balloons,
These works of man, and all the baboons.
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Readily the guns spot a criminal,
Offering us damage of something abnormal.
A care discusses bonds too huge for glancing,
Tasting weather and heat to roll in engaging.
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The abyss is acceptable for its serenity
Losing in the distant depths of acidity;
Ghosts are hidden from these pipes,
Inside those wrongs are some types
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He artfully conducts his grade of work,
Managing a statue of light in the murk.

One reason for the nets and fellowship
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Brown and blotched the bag marred our running
Of appearance, the very present we conserved with our running.

I kept back from you the very day we took the accident,
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I have ambition more to the point,
Must those perfect basics disappoint?
I can function from within, like me
And all the rest of humanity.
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Distinct voices proclaim how the mind echoes,
Into the minds we go with us to decompose;
It is rational of man to rule what is binding,
Into a lovely flow is losing and finding.
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