Naveed Akram Poems
|5163.||Your Real Teaching||11/10/2015|
|5168.||Your Social Manners||1/15/2014|
|5169.||Your Task Is Forced -new-||2/2/2016|
|5171.||Your Twisted Heads||3/20/2015|
|5172.||Your Walk Has Made You A God||7/1/2007|
|5175.||Youth Has A Charm||6/14/2008|
|5176.||Youth Is Splendour||2/20/2009|
|5179.||Zoo Of Life And Death||7/15/2014|
For Every Storm
For every storm there is a room
And find the palace now,
From deserts are a tomb and gloom,
Where clothes must just allow.
The clothing kisses us on cheek,
When effort made us worse,
The cloth we wear is rather chic,
And worry is a curse.
The storm shall grow at all the speed
That problems make us mad,
You did not follow, or then bleed
As madness is your dad.
I am suited to innocence as much as whiteness,
And the dark skies witness behaved-ones.
Looking in my direction the sunly objects fit my eye,
Once ago I say.
Too much is known and forgiven of late,
Late work is made of love fortunately on a saying
That indicated the holiness of mine:
To see God and be a part of it.