Naveed Akram Poems

Open this book after closing it,
A page from a crafty pen is written;
The ink and sheets of paper stay together,
A dagger can not sigh on the word.
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In this world of acres there is all being,
Collecting weeds to kill and degrade,
All creation subjugates the senses.
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Your heaven is engaged in springing and jumping,
Underneath the sky is pictured the spirit abounding.
May God seal their hearts and so forever expel the ones,
No matter the appearance of actions, whatever the admirations.
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The prophets are men of astonishing zeal,
Greatness reigns over their souls, so much meal.
Every prophet guarantees the result, the last day,
Professing special causes, leaning on shoulders.
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Inside the thought is an array of knowledge,
When do computers basically examine this object of the mind?
Never do they scrutinize, never do they work on brains,
Like going to movies in the cinema, and risking their lives.
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I am one of the aching mermen,
Living within the certain cities undersea;
The saddest part cried and died
Before victory bit and lit the season.
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The loss of mirrors is openly a kiss,
Home of the triumphant ones.
Nature abhors poverty like little lambs,
Fleeing in the spring, finding acts.
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Your paradise is met by tones of laughter,
Offering you love from up above like openness,
Ladders erected can surpass its beauty one
Day, to speak of little words after guttural sounds.
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