Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 20,323 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

4321. Past Messages 4/21/2015
4322. For Solemn Music 4/22/2015
4323. My Eternal Dream 4/22/2015
4324. Green Land 4/25/2015
4325. Solid Tree 4/25/2015
4326. Brandishing Gold 4/25/2015
4327. Forest Glades 4/25/2015
4328. Price Of Craft 4/25/2015
4329. Leave This World 4/26/2015
4330. Time Long 4/26/2015
4331. Heaps Of Gravel 4/27/2015
4332. The Young Fight 4/27/2015
4333. The Way Of Anemones 4/27/2015
4334. I Cringed Beyond Belief 4/27/2015
4335. Fasten The Eyes 4/27/2015
4336. Sadder Dreams 4/28/2015
4337. The Graveyard Is A Place 4/30/2015
4338. The Challenger 4/30/2015
4339. Angering Me 4/30/2015
4340. Birds Are Words 4/30/2015
4341. Written Words 5/1/2015
4342. My Legacy 5/1/2015
4343. Charm Of The Sun 5/1/2015
4344. The Best Food 5/1/2015
4345. Simple Treachery 5/1/2015
4346. Sand In Hand 5/4/2015
4347. Lamentable Library 5/4/2015
4348. Life Is Genius 5/6/2015
4349. Seek The Words 5/6/2015
4350. Seek The Verses 5/7/2015
4351. The Passage Of Ships 5/7/2015
4352. One Hit To The Brain 5/7/2015
4353. Sun Of Brightness 5/7/2015
4354. Real Energies 5/7/2015
4355. The Words In Thoughts 5/8/2015
4356. Enter The Circle 5/8/2015
4357. Common Sense 5/8/2015
4358. The Vaster World 5/8/2015
4359. A Vast World 5/8/2015
4360. My Beautiful Egg 5/8/2015
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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Sand In The Air

The sand in the air whirls and swirls in ever drums,
No one sports the men who lie dumb on the pavement,
Living is a livid one affair, calling the death of the secret,
A man is called deceased when he nears the pairs of youth.

The sand has commanded me to think about the desert,
My coach is ready for me, a passenger sits in it with me,
We arrive at the shop in the desert of the wonderful sun,
One blesses the stages of the one who sows tragedy.

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