Naveed Akram Poems

Let the boy ridicule the military man,
How cruel could words be uttered in Afghanistan.
Akimbo with all spitefulness, like a rascal son;
And booming with hatred and abomination.
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What is the eye of the death-face doing?
Is it following the other eye?
Or does death face us with both eyes mooing?
Certainly life, does it beautify?
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Descend into the mists of Time,
Climb now fast and also at times slowly,
So that the hours are passing by the hours
And minutes do freeze enough to contribute
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Orchards of Delight are the meals of a living soul.
Trees can rest above the heads of minute humans.
The flower has a scent to beautifully entrance your fibres.
The seeds are sown for the very Kingdom of Plants.
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Positions of power rely on taste of wealth,
And all they require is good good health.
Position yourself in other’s shoes,
As their mind may clear and confuse.
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To cry is like disaster and diamond-digging,
I do find this risking one’s life and abolishing.
To cry is to disobey, misbehave and too clammy,
It is like danger and dark, distress and debris.
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The Sun has opened the sky.
It is a circle, with so much sparkle:
How do you contribute to the astrophysical?
Above, the stars
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Power has a question to raise over power,
And nobody answers it.

Power rests our clothes on the line,
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Life has more than death and romance;
It stayed after two days and two nights
That reminded me of a weekend
In another country, another land,
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People who live with their fellow-countrymen
Are never losers, nor are their heads in discomfort.
Instead, their brains do work,
And their life is special as well.
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