Naveed Akram Poems

My dairyman is a crustacean of milk,
The crystals enjoined on him are like silk.
My dairyman is a soldier of liquid,
Once I grab the bottle I contacted.
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Dangers arise from the crypt of hate,
In the whole world is a goodness;
Safe people are describing me,
The jeopardy is never upon us.
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To exasperate this lonely wanderer is to shoot the brain,
It is mild logic to astound a thief, exasperating him.
To astound the criminal of general state is appalling,
The statement of an offence is in his grasp.
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The piece-rate for making buildings rises
As you build more suddenly and quickly.
Pilfering justifies the innocent as they speak,
But does it mean goodness?
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A dim car watched by the skull
Is shining its lights for us to lose sight.
This winter we are divine,
As hopping is made a pleasure
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May our minds be faithful to the truth,
Madness is the pleasure of the ruthless.
The company of angels is only found by the clergy
Or the leaders of faith who are not mad or ruthless.
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We bounce the ball to its home,
Running its wings along the air;
Feeding the kids and all the parents
With fun’s laughter, well-chosen.
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At my grave be a lovelier flower of poems,
Constrict your muscles to disown me, and
I will see the authority of your living eternity.
My ripened fruit is to inject into the finer flesh,
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Bound to the craft of reading one suffices with
Awkward dreams innocently retold by the pen.

Binding with atoms is the present or gift for the
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