Naveed Akram Poems

I know bumpy roads, calmer to the sight,
Clumsiness yet is mistaking these journeys.
My seeing is for my goodness that sits,
Bitter truth shall exist after too much repose.
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I often wish the upper reaches of the mind
Would recognise the foolishness in me and you.
To chase these thoughts I stare at amusements,
Clinging to the bread and butter of a working day.
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Your drama is half-eaten like a toad has been caught,
Faces rear ugly nuances, noise corrupts the young;
One fellow after another creates fellowship and dramas.
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My name was coming, from my window,
I wanted him to retreat and collapse.
The simplest desires have been looked at,
Sewing thoughts for several people.
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My hand points to the crucifix and denies
The object that melts, and I must analyse.

This grand larceny awkwardly mutters
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The familiarity of a flower is so small,
I love to admire and drink this alcohol.
I may at first be appalling, so splendid,
Yet now the mother in you is abdicated.
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A secretive being provides safety for the individual,
My cancers grow and multiply for every one acceptable.
Let hardness be attached to the so many words
In this high and mighty language, the one of hazards.
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It instructs him to shoot a blindness from himself,
To see doctors, and all the ways of a human that have been.
To be golden, to be forced and welcomed, is like a perfection,
But then a rule has been in collision with a star above the head.
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This voice may resume in finer fashion,
So that sweetness and voices are in the past.
This voice is diviner than most light,
Green and golden is the light of the tree.
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With a wild gaze I tread the path of right,
Keeping souvenirs along the way, so as to test
My strangest habits, from them the disease awakes.
I await for the lunging of a soldier and the peace of the traveller,
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