Naveed Akram Poems

The entity called Time is a gracious wonder,
Or do we say of everything the same way;
Because of the energy and the commodity
A Christendom bespeaks and lungs inflate
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The whispers of damsels are like moonlight,
Subtle like ghosts of the winds and rain;
The river banks overflow from their tears,
Gleaming reluctance is in their breath.
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We found the life inside the heart,
We find it speak to the birds and moon;
Differences are higher than expected,
Life is a discovery of the wonderful man.
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I slipped words as I went up the normal tree,
As I approached the shadow of my house,
Like a bird doing wrong to the masses,
Inserting kindness to the eldest or delicious.
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There was a long silence,
That I drank gratefully, facing the Prince;
Then I came to the wooden legs
Of a puppet trained in silver and gold.
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In complex causes a fright has arisen,
Out of stout fear, as the arrival is near;
In this complexity a stupor has occurred,
Offering to the gods a brilliant letter.
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In a place that I remember someone,
A coffin resides, and it houses the death.
One life made me ill like a reality,
Frenetic circumstances outweighed,
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They remain forever in the doldrums,
I will praise their souls in this way,
For happiness will now serve them,
And where is the arm and leg for doing?
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To eat away at souls, we recede into darkness;
To conceive thoughts primitive, we must deceive others.
We are told the philosophers of our own time,
The best part is a strict joy from strict woe.
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It is the same opponent, the one who struggles
In dying or killing, filling the eyes with red blood;
The author of death is him, the one objecting
To survivors and the honest gentry, the only ones.
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