Naveed Akram Poems

Caught in the storm I pray and pray,
Forming a relaxation afterwards;
The storm has been bitter like salt,
For the sea is salt and always water.
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Must I sit here and wait, for sayings
To be spun, when later the dealings
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I see through the heart like glass,
Opening the books of the mouth;
My solutions are clearer than the lips
That politely shut to avoid duty.
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Never be hard at distinct work,
For you delve into the nightmares;
Open the work of the words you write,
Closing the pages as you send letters.
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Obese facts like the trails,
Paths of destruction are limited;
May fortune be warrior,
Obesity is a risk of the war.
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Positions of war are becoming fast
Offered to men of steel, and welcoming spirit.
Killing is a fine art, pain is anger
Much like a pain in the head and heart.
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Saving a sentence requires bad light,
Enough of the prison is alight;
May fortune save us once tonight,
Like the fires of heaven and hell.
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My accusation is polite but he does not listen too much to me,
Poetry is the cause of this reluctance as he shines tomorrow.
Men and women are so trustworthy at times, like gunpowder
And its result after much ploy and tactics of fine powder.
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I talk over hearts that conquer and be silent over you,
Fixing the headache too late in life and family over you.

I open the breasts of the lame and innocent, letting leprosy
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Save all Hope and give in to Joy,
Peace is above the reasonable boy,
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