Naveed Akram Poems

It was a cultural blessing, for the face of leaves,
Unwrapping themselves with a silent mind.
The face was upturned to relics, to artifice,
And to sentenced weaponry, the bleeders.
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It never raises the ground to the air,
Opening the fountains of despair,
This mind is fused with the soul so finite
That it alone relates to the primary members
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Divine freedom reigns supreme like stars,
Of eternal seconds, bleeding within.
Like a root growing to the ends of time,
One sacred thought rains down hard,
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The talons of desire are upon us all,
The brush of wickedness is abrading the fold
That covers us, with stimulated light
And stunted might, a grievous penalty
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I went many days,
But then some master rejoiced
In my arms, blowing out the
Dark livid cause
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Since the blushing of the sun at dawn,
And the phrases of a godly saint,
One poet needs a holy war with words
So that fighters frighten one another
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My art does speak a
Certain pride so well ahead
Of those with some speech.
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The greatest and best island of this world
Creates a sense of peace for the world.
The people desire its importance to shine,
Your own wickedness is then launched
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The family entered a pact called a religion,
Inside this cast of characters you behold strong engagements.
Joy is substantial in this work of Man,
My relatives are my relationships forever.
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