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Naveed Akram
Naveed Akram
(15 December 1973 / London, England)
Naveed Akram Poems
| 4321. | You Love Hurt | 4/19/2015 |
| 4322. | Hurtling Souls | 4/20/2015 |
| 4323. | Of True Knowing | 4/20/2015 |
| 4324. | Past Messages | 4/21/2015 |
| 4325. | For Solemn Music | 4/22/2015 |
| 4326. | My Eternal Dream | 4/22/2015 |
| 4327. | Green Land | 4/25/2015 |
| 4328. | Solid Tree | 4/25/2015 |
| 4329. | Brandishing Gold | 4/25/2015 |
| 4330. | Forest Glades | 4/25/2015 |
| 4331. | Price Of Craft | 4/25/2015 |
| 4332. | Leave This World | 4/26/2015 |
| 4333. | Time Long | 4/26/2015 |
| 4334. | Heaps Of Gravel | 4/27/2015 |
| 4335. | The Young Fight | 4/27/2015 |
| 4336. | The Way Of Anemones | 4/27/2015 |
| 4337. | I Cringed Beyond Belief | 4/27/2015 |
| 4338. | Fasten The Eyes | 4/27/2015 |
| 4339. | Sadder Dreams | 4/28/2015 |
| 4340. | The Graveyard Is A Place | 4/30/2015 |
| 4341. | The Challenger | 4/30/2015 |
| 4342. | Angering Me | 4/30/2015 |
| 4343. | Birds Are Words | 4/30/2015 |
| 4344. | Written Words | 5/1/2015 |
| 4345. | My Legacy | 5/1/2015 |
| 4346. | Charm Of The Sun | 5/1/2015 |
| 4347. | The Best Food | 5/1/2015 |
| 4348. | Simple Treachery | 5/1/2015 |
| 4349. | Sand In Hand | 5/4/2015 |
| 4350. | Lamentable Library | 5/4/2015 |
| 4351. | Life Is Genius | 5/6/2015 |
| 4352. | Seek The Words | 5/6/2015 |
| 4353. | Seek The Verses | 5/7/2015 |
| 4354. | The Passage Of Ships | 5/7/2015 |
| 4355. | One Hit To The Brain | 5/7/2015 |
| 4356. | Sun Of Brightness | 5/7/2015 |
| 4357. | Real Energies | 5/7/2015 |
| 4358. | The Words In Thoughts | 5/8/2015 |
| 4359. | Enter The Circle | 5/8/2015 |
| 4360. | Common Sense | 5/8/2015 |
Comments about 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.
The Vortex
The beauty usually surrounds us when in a paradise,
Inside the paradises there are regions of galaxies existing,
Where life is existing, plants sprout fortunately, gold escalates
In torsos and bellies, from eating of silvers and bronzes.
The coins melt, the treasures are discovered, and unhappiness
Is emitted into the heavens, with transmigration,
And a zero fat body, a hefty sum of money, and also
The slums sadly appear to find a unique playground of circular roots.
Naveed is a free human. Free to believe, Free to fight, Free to want, free to need.
Way to go Naveed!