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Naveed Akram
Naveed Akram
(15 December 1973 / London, England)
Naveed Akram Poems
| 4161. | My Immersion | 9/15/2014 |
| 4162. | I Live For You | 9/18/2014 |
| 4163. | Wise Ones Have Said | 10/2/2014 |
| 4164. | Never In This Place | 10/2/2014 |
| 4165. | To Be Medical Men | 10/3/2014 |
| 4166. | A Late Soul | 10/3/2014 |
| 4167. | Devastating | 10/4/2014 |
| 4168. | In My Dream | 10/4/2014 |
| 4169. | I See My Heart | 10/4/2014 |
| 4170. | Fear The Lord | 10/6/2014 |
| 4171. | Rests And Reasons | 10/6/2014 |
| 4172. | Graveyards | 10/6/2014 |
| 4173. | An Illustrator | 10/6/2014 |
| 4174. | The Two Towers Of Fear | 10/8/2014 |
| 4175. | If Love Entered The Heart | 10/9/2014 |
| 4176. | My Duty Serves | 10/14/2014 |
| 4177. | Heaven Forever | 10/17/2014 |
| 4178. | The Day Has A Light | 10/17/2014 |
| 4179. | Guards Are Honest | 10/17/2014 |
| 4180. | Warn Only | 10/17/2014 |
| 4181. | Footwork | 10/17/2014 |
| 4182. | Wars That Be | 10/17/2014 |
| 4183. | Enter The Light Of My Soul | 10/19/2014 |
| 4184. | Souls Make Mistakes | 10/19/2014 |
| 4185. | Our Fate | 10/19/2014 |
| 4186. | The Light Of Difficulties | 10/19/2014 |
| 4187. | Mystical Understanding | 10/20/2014 |
| 4188. | Return Of The Chariot | 10/20/2014 |
| 4189. | Rare Object | 10/20/2014 |
| 4190. | Atomic Genius | 10/20/2014 |
| 4191. | Seconds In Prison | 10/20/2014 |
| 4192. | Comets Come | 10/20/2014 |
| 4193. | A Striking Woman | 10/21/2014 |
| 4194. | One Of These Pure Days | 10/22/2014 |
| 4195. | From Creation To Extravagance | 10/22/2014 |
| 4196. | Excellent Wand | 10/22/2014 |
| 4197. | Tense Subjects | 10/22/2014 |
| 4198. | The Sun's Labour | 10/23/2014 |
| 4199. | Red Fountain | 10/25/2014 |
| 4200. | I See Words | 10/25/2014 |
Comments about Naveed Akram
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.
Wonder At All
All you do is talk of why I was true,
All of me is saying pleasant news you;
Almost far I push the leather at whim,
So to enhance my living at being dim.
Wonder can exist in shades of sorting out,
To keep quiet all silence and restore pout;
So all of us who always are in power, snow.
Where do you live? among the trees?
Are you forgotten, or upset? I give status
Naveed is a free human. Free to believe, Free to fight, Free to want, free to need.
Way to go Naveed!