Naveed Akram Poems

On a good-boy Saturday evening
Walking with my father in the Park,
Linking heads and hands like players
In a tournament we have attended, we are sensible
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Sent to the prison, sending is a gift,
Like childhood and youth in a fit of glory;
My loves of this world are numberless,
Never does the ground grow beautifully.
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Kill me once and twice,
Internal worries resist
As the killing of me would entice
The killing of you afterwards.
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Seven days ago we laid the foundations
Of a school of cleverness and place;
I replied to their tastes, smiles, attitudes,
So thinking that those of us rich became richer.
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To beleaguer an assemblage of fairies requires skill,
Manufactured from the disuse of happiness and joy.
It makes your spouse laugh and giggle forever,
With desultory tones of music to inflame you.
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Your disappearance wins trust,
For the Lord puts your soul to rest;
Your disappearance was a reality,
All due to rationality and opening the sacred book.
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You only have one soul,
From it is produced many souls;
One can be woman,
Another can be man,
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A nasty suspicion creates condemnation
And concussion, one floats as a balloon.
Then fixing combs your hair and scalp,
The enemy is mandatory for the friends.
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Brush off the camps of luxury,
Brain after brain collapses with sites;
My boys are like cherries of this century,
With acting and glory as the effect of gladness.
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</>The ground breaks up
From cataclysms and deceit.
A short man erases my memory
After a while.
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