Naveed Akram Poems

Truly the dreams of our youth collide
With some of the victims of our lives.
True nature is the truest form of talent,
As the natural weapons are held tight.
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Faithful believer,
My fame is at an end,
Yet I play along the circles
That are concentric.
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I have a love for the old spices,
Their scent reverberates in the hard
Heart, like the aroma of strong death.
Life emerges to create the delusions
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The day that began to appear
I hid in the cloisters and demanded
From faiths a regular array of items
In my whole life.
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My red colour shakes in the begotten springs,
The blood streams ahead of reality today.
For the colour of fortune is the same as clay:
Sleep in innocence, so I admire though abstain.
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The sly fingers crawl in their drastic moves,
That way we stay and leave, in lies.
My slightly vague somersault is an
Apology for the acrobatics of gold.
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My absurd gesture retrains the heart,
It beats like a language of foreign words;
My acts unite and entail a destination
To which I travel to release my pride.
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Love is a thought of the diverging numbers,
Love speaks to the ironies of a living life;
What causes you to love in the ways of men?
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Grace is the thanks you donate to the country,
For the knowledge of a great life acquires a trust;
One nation builds and reflects in this reality of light,
The same light of a friendly person so encumbered.
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The glutinous ground formed into mud itself,
Leaving us in muddy thoughts and sentences.
They were heavily dirty streets, so applause
Vanished when centuries obviously straightened.
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