Naveed Akram Poems
For Every Storm
For every storm there is a room
And find the palace now,
From deserts are a tomb and gloom,
Where clothes must just allow.
The clothing kisses us on cheek,
When effort made us worse,
The cloth we wear is rather chic,
And worry is a curse.
The storm shall grow at all the speed
That problems make us mad,
You did not follow, or then bleed
As madness is your dad.
You Are In Loss
I am the one who loves most,
If seeing me is bitter, then most will weep.
My face is a solid goal for beauty innate,
If seeing me is better then it is bitter.
You are a loser if you try to win in a court,
The judge resides and smacks words with worship.
Crime is not beautiful, crime is a disease of
The hearts and minds, the reality of the infirm disbelief.