Naveed Akram Poems

The Blue is one to argue all the while,
Yet I was then to say the ever real.
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Both of the brothers of grace and style,
Guarantee a folder of a real mile.
Their stages are straight and splendid,
To call but the might of the dread.
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We strike the hearts of golden statues,
Inside them we find and describe the futility.
This innocent man who beautified the world
Has created his own house where no statues exist.
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Enter the hearts of the men-in-charge,
Cosy feelings defy the oblique shapes;
My opposition wants my death and life,
May we enter the beliefs that endanger.
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One sees woes of foreign forelocks,
To formulate these forelocks is hard;
I nominate them after the race,
A monthly prize awaits us in the stay.
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A demure man asks no thoughts from me,
An effervescent potion of knowledge includes me
As a starting package for more solutions to life.
Wisdom evokes sympathy and dread, too fine points.
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At the beginning my stones reflected
The town in the middle of heaven;
Half an acre was blessed by bravery,
One other half reflected the pillars of duty.
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I am sorry to hear the greenery is about,
The blackness of the sea replies to this;
What I have suffered is of the sea,
Your tongue shall speak forever.
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My name is confusing when I saw it,
Passionate liquids dissolve the place;
And so the names of our fathers resound
To yell at the differences we make.
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One enjoys the soul as a relief,
Opening goodness for confusion;
This day my loves are numberless,
This soul of mine outnumbers the Hell,
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