Naveed Akram Poems

With witchery of the profession and art
Is a wand of pleasure and a falsity;
The wizards fight the most monstrous souls,
And the hunters of artists and scientists
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Many of us state the notions of presence,
Mighty rivers flow and dive into the abyss;
Kicking me in the leg and then arms fly
For the might of rivers is high and mighty.
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Ten days glided away for nothing,
Where was my father? When did the slight
Sound of my mother be heard today?
This sunshine flew at me like a bird,
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I paid a visit to the shops,
On the arrival my wits died;
Money was exercised and I was made,
My own business stayed in the eyes,
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After two days we think and own occupations,
Replying to men and women to consider the facts;
I think then that we inform them when they are adults,
Long walks and foolish food comes and arrives,
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There is a blue sky that shudders
And turns black after exhaustion;
The fires are on, in the childhood,
Many of these days are like fountains.
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Ghosts of the world beneath us fall ever closer to doom,
But we measure the spirits of the deep with harmful looks;
These mighty minds accomplish a nearly quiet approach,
Losing their stitches and ruling the times of the year.
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To attend to the window is hope,
Towards the city it is propped;
Do not leave the sad smiles,
How did you tie the thread?
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The words of the heavens are arriving
To see supplications from the believers;
Inside the country of love is a belief
To encounter and explore, for all the folks.
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The weight of the boy was solid,
Inside the soul is a complete child;
Internal worries subjugate the heart,
As more love and spirits of love enter.
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