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Naveed Akram
Naveed Akram
(15 December 1973 / London, England)
Naveed Akram Poems
| 4321. | About The Garden | 4/18/2015 |
| 4322. | You Love Hurt | 4/19/2015 |
| 4323. | Hurtling Souls | 4/20/2015 |
| 4324. | Of True Knowing | 4/20/2015 |
| 4325. | Past Messages | 4/21/2015 |
| 4326. | For Solemn Music | 4/22/2015 |
| 4327. | My Eternal Dream | 4/22/2015 |
| 4328. | Green Land | 4/25/2015 |
| 4329. | Solid Tree | 4/25/2015 |
| 4330. | Brandishing Gold | 4/25/2015 |
| 4331. | Forest Glades | 4/25/2015 |
| 4332. | Price Of Craft | 4/25/2015 |
| 4333. | Leave This World | 4/26/2015 |
| 4334. | Time Long | 4/26/2015 |
| 4335. | Heaps Of Gravel | 4/27/2015 |
| 4336. | The Young Fight | 4/27/2015 |
| 4337. | The Way Of Anemones | 4/27/2015 |
| 4338. | I Cringed Beyond Belief | 4/27/2015 |
| 4339. | Fasten The Eyes | 4/27/2015 |
| 4340. | Sadder Dreams | 4/28/2015 |
| 4341. | The Graveyard Is A Place | 4/30/2015 |
| 4342. | The Challenger | 4/30/2015 |
| 4343. | Angering Me | 4/30/2015 |
| 4344. | Birds Are Words | 4/30/2015 |
| 4345. | Written Words | 5/1/2015 |
| 4346. | My Legacy | 5/1/2015 |
| 4347. | Charm Of The Sun | 5/1/2015 |
| 4348. | The Best Food | 5/1/2015 |
| 4349. | Simple Treachery | 5/1/2015 |
| 4350. | Sand In Hand | 5/4/2015 |
| 4351. | Lamentable Library | 5/4/2015 |
| 4352. | Life Is Genius | 5/6/2015 |
| 4353. | Seek The Words | 5/6/2015 |
| 4354. | Seek The Verses | 5/7/2015 |
| 4355. | The Passage Of Ships | 5/7/2015 |
| 4356. | One Hit To The Brain | 5/7/2015 |
| 4357. | Sun Of Brightness | 5/7/2015 |
| 4358. | Real Energies | 5/7/2015 |
| 4359. | The Words In Thoughts | 5/8/2015 |
| 4360. | Enter The Circle | 5/8/2015 |
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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.
Creation
I am suited to innocence as much as whiteness,
And the dark skies witness behaved-ones.
Looking in my direction the sunly objects fit my eye,
Once ago I say.
Too much is known and forgiven of late,
Late work is made of love fortunately on a saying
That indicated the holiness of mine:
To see God and be a part of it.
Naveed is a free human. Free to believe, Free to fight, Free to want, free to need.
Way to go Naveed!