Naveed Akram Poems

Then I opened my window, I distanced myself,
Owls were heard, snakes were devoured,
For divinity was beaming on the hearts of the eyes,
One of those organs in some pain and pleasure.
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To run away from the lion
Creates a rainbow in the land of animals,
To see a giraffe causes
Much sorrow to the plant kingdom.
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A gulag is purple due to heat of the heart,
It bleeds more profusely when you depart;
A morose human touches the hag lying
Around in the dust of the separate heart.
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The library is a public moment,
In it ruins are tombs and stars of gold;
The gold flashes, a star relaxes the mind
Of ease and compassion, that bends
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Beating beards are beaming with guilt,
The furnace of the heart is a guilty wart,
One finds in it a spot of distaste as it
Dissolves and reenters the head and heart.
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Succeed and write of monsters,
Wanting them close to your body
That wishes to dispel their rage.
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In my tomb I relax and enjoy
The delights of an evening too long.
It is my veritable and venerable grave,
The land of engraved words,
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Now return to a life of the straight zone,
Return to the powerful region when people
Acted like their ghosts, watching, waiting,
Speaking and feeling with emotion.
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I see the melting crowds in sympathy,
I mean my words resounding in space;
Have I any wonder remaining in my muscles?
Will my breathing ones be my children?
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The declaration has a word of rejection,
But I conceive of the differences and award
A man who chooses, signs and forfeits.
I include a focus, a passion, and bravado,
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