Naveed Akram Poems

Daroeth was a dragon on highest mountains,
An enemy to the clans living in stairs of houses;
The dragon’s weapon blazed in the clouds,
Opening the doors to displeasure, all this pain.
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A berserk man is a charming one,
Childlike in his being, in boiling point.
Bitter moments are remembered,
Decorous life shall inhibit his trials
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Underneath the tables responds the mouse,
Inside it weeps, and soaks up water in its house.
Its house is a follower’s abode, of stealth,
May the tables bend and steal the wealth.
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I find a better dear in blue oceans
That love and like the ebb, the toes and blows
Of that small sea, on some more ablutions,
On this old honour, that will then appose.
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Easy paths molest
Those in perdition, the Hell,
The Reality.
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Be careful and then rest to make the Black;
The dead and those alive will wrestle clouds
Of chivalrous knights, too much to attack,
That flesh bespeaks on little brittle shrouds.
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Salty as fire and bland as ice
I stroke my hand on the wood
This wood talks to me with narrow heart.
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Harshly I am dealt by the heraldry
Of my family
For the roads inherit the selfish
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My callous neighbour feeds
I crawl to the foreground
To protect my interests in fear
Inside me creeps disaster
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I hope to play most
Hurt the improvement of affairs
That still examine and link
I ought to be careful now
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