Naveed Akram Poems

If you understand me, duty calls,
And it trains you in arts of thinking thin;
The language of the soul is fast and warm,
It slithers in the crevices, it dives into beaches.
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We seemed dead on the layers of skin,
Our cadavers were resented by best men.
These same individuals reserved our skin,
For the best of years to come, to rinse carefully.
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Freedom has asked its favour unto you now,
Free people do not ask questions,
But the enslaved will complain in their hearts,
And the hearts will be chained,
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I will never forget the mind's eye,
How is death encapsulated by brilliant
Sight? The divine sight has ordered me
To fight, to fight the darkness in the lane.
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The wood of the trees is burning like a star,
Its a satan in the greenery, a star of hideousness.
The wood is cold, fierce with ice and snow,
The star has been absorbed and all is called now.
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My thoughts are vivid from the blue,
It is the ceaseless sea of orange star;
Its sacred light astonishes my heart
Heavy with waters of the blood and gold.
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We stood in awe, my words reigned behind my back,
Like frogs, turtles, and agonies of the summer singing.

More of the sky burst forward, capsized as a boat,
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Going to the flowers of virtue
Overshadows the other half;
On this side of the face is strength,
I sway my arguments so well.
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My legs are sand, my legs are sand,
Fulfilling the land which is desert and sound
Of heat waves, sounds so glorious above.
My hands are my feet, and my eyes shine
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Why are tears possessions?
Under the sea of tears is a golden item,
Close this treasure chest.
My crying is crying of the whole,
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