Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 20,730 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

4121. My Immersion 9/15/2014
4122. I Live For You 9/18/2014
4123. Wise Ones Have Said 10/2/2014
4124. My Webbed Feet 7/14/2014
4125. Zoo Of Life And Death 7/15/2014
4126. Comedy Is My Hobby 7/15/2014
4127. Most Brothers 7/15/2014
4128. Darkness Rose 7/15/2014
4129. I Must Be In Your Hands 7/15/2014
4130. I Sold My Soul 7/15/2014
4131. Life Has Stormy Weather 7/15/2014
4132. The Search 8/25/2014
4133. The Burning Is About 8/25/2014
4134. Some Little Present 8/25/2014
4135. My Mind And Silver 8/25/2014
4136. In This Literature 8/26/2014
4137. Luxurious Books 8/26/2014
4138. Irritation Of Gestures 8/27/2014
4139. Never In This Place 10/2/2014
4140. To Be Medical Men 10/3/2014
4141. A Late Soul 10/3/2014
4142. Devastating 10/4/2014
4143. In My Dream 10/4/2014
4144. I See My Heart 10/4/2014
4145. Fear The Lord 10/6/2014
4146. Rests And Reasons 10/6/2014
4147. Graveyards 10/6/2014
4148. An Illustrator 10/6/2014
4149. The Two Towers Of Fear 10/8/2014
4150. If Love Entered The Heart 10/9/2014
4151. My Duty Serves 10/14/2014
4152. Heaven Forever 10/17/2014
4153. The Day Has A Light 10/17/2014
4154. Guards Are Honest 10/17/2014
4155. Warn Only 10/17/2014
4156. Footwork 10/17/2014
4157. Wars That Be 10/17/2014
4158. Enter The Light Of My Soul 10/19/2014
4159. Souls Make Mistakes 10/19/2014
4160. Our Fate 10/19/2014
Best Poem of Naveed Akram

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.

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Computer Mania

Deliberate is the action that I pronounce,
On the minute, of all the hours, that laugh away.
So strong is my business contending the books,
Content in the knowledge of sentinels.

Your living is praising nobody but you,
It is an affair of compartments like rooms and boxes,
I loved all such fair thinking.

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