Naveed Akram Poems

A person is thinking, wasting his thoughts on bodies
And darkness, bad writing, and dying freedoms.
A prayer is cool, written tonight as we accept it always,
Safe like calling, safer than a shut door, being well.
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Your face is turned to the sky, a most beautiful cloth,
A future for the mind, a dream of the everlasting;
A cloud is the day, the day ends as night, everlasting
Darkness that binds the truth of our statements.
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Angels stun us when alive,
The wings of death and life collide.
This day bespoke wonders for the speakers,
They were men so solid and hearty.
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The ice cream is a factory while it rains,
It is the catastrophe of the century,
The sweetness of this lie.
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Gouge the eyes of feminine lust,
Those dreary men do give a thinker
One good stare, and you compel her to order her
Into a riddance, one of those funny songs
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A cry has awakened by all,
Form of creature known to man.
Itself the feather is like itself,
But this weeping will always be definite.
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Run and see the tree, so fair and ancient,
Jokes of summer enter the fray, as a region of light
Called sunlight beams down on timber and talk.
Many coins barrage the town of owls and ospreys,
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I am an atom, I am the atomic nucleus,
My neutrons are blamed, my protons are dismayed.
This side of the story is true and exact,
For leanings to rivers define the matter and energy.
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The wisdom is such a strong affair,
It burns and dies with each breath you take.
Those willing to fortunately reject us,
Are casting the stones to the satanic pillars.
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Etiquette shall be my title, father of wishes, mother of will,
It is name, it is banner not bread, its liking is of atomic cages.
Depending on young atmosphere, by endings supreme and bright,
We firstly resent all calls of difficulty, the best belief resides in the heart.
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