Naveed Akram Poems

My life is an ending to decide,
My questions seem godly for this,
And when they hurt there is much confusion.
This way is the best on the life,
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May harm force an injury,
Let the beginning of time be day.
The day shall end in victory
For those in night, and the night
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Fading into speeds of slowness is the work of laze,
Fatigue extravagantly creeps on the back
To connive the head into a wrong slumber.
The heart is so wonderfully felt, and concentrated with blood
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Force the design of a matter of doubt
To be useless.
The lessening of your number of people
Is like a fire of wood crackling
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Do not get tired from grief as you are bereaved,
And bereavement is relief as you are bereaved.

Do certainty on the scene of writing, when all is leisure
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I am wine for you to drink and extract pleasure, just slowly,
So that alcohol is consumed to deter, just slowly.

When the substance floats away and crumbles beneath the skin of the Earth,
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I have new meaning in the very breadth of my movement,
Inside there is a label of joy and deep fountains.
My jumping is broken by the mere slant of rainfall,
This spot is one of those where lies a treasure from the past.
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How many men are against us when we are ill?
Illness desires you as a last resort, when ill.
The magnificent and the abhorrent ailments
Need both cures, again and again in the hospital.
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Guesses are made perfectly by the wise,
Intrepid adventurers cancel our life
For though thinkers are also thought of,
My guess is also the same perfection.
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Songs are some to stand and sing,
Ulcers in our daily rituals are not to bring.
He is amicable, lovely, like sudden danger;
But they remove his song from the shop as if he was a stranger.
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