Naveed Akram Poems

This feather is made to unite my hand,
Yet to tickle others is a feat of bravery.
For the One Above on His throne is to reside
In this existence of the solutes and solvents.
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If one world believed in me
I would keep frankness and courage;
My character would be deceased,
Coming with coined disease that shattered
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Notice how I beguile the cashmere of the song,
Or does the dulcet feeling be desultory?
The elisions of the music seem ethereal,
But due to etiquette an evocative sense is heard.
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A fascinating iron has been nimble,
The arms are virile and clumsy.
To soak in the woollen garment
Creates a sturdy, bizarre living.
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My forgetting is my beauty as it concerns us all,
Such forgetting is too stronger than tomorrow.
For these days belong to living that dies,
A single mood erupts and finds exhilaration.
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Crazier than the sun is the swimming of a century in space,
Remember them well with their hats of trust and distinction,
I roll my feet into position towards the goal of finding,
Then I tread on with feet coiling like the event of strength.
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Instead of a man do you have some element to object to?
Does a man be a man with his sage or his plentiful beggars?

The well made fountain is a fighter for the rich,
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For my heart has longed
Forever, like the song that
Eternally resonates,
And hearing is a heavenly tool
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The clothes of a welcome man are solid,
He wraps himself up in silk and cheese of the flesh;
The prayers at night seem like mathematics,
Half of them smash into the wars of old nature.
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The stars are brighter than the swords of death,
Deaths are overbearing like the heavenly burden.
They request their deaths at every war,
His orders are supreme for the arrows have hit,
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