Naveed Akram Poems

Gazing dreamily at the huger clock,
An article of the paper wounded me;
Doubling my eyesight, kneeling before the king
Was more precious, since they were goats.
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Golden green devastates me,
For the three musketeers were bedevilled,
And the gold of their silver whined to me,
Like the pledge of eternal sympathy.
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Bitter, lemon-flavoured and pickled
Are the words of tiring age,
Fuzzily undoing the grease of hard health,
Freezing the size of time, and
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The atmosphere was the higher place
Of a heavenly proud action,
Blasts were blowing in the firmament,
Skies had breezes and winds.
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To her mother a temper is kept,
The life story is a vital force,
Beginning is an ending,
And what should be begotten?
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First a beginning takes place,
Secondly, the rigours are rallied,
Then thirdly a witch finishes the sport.

This simple method bears fruit
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He brought some little present,
Tucked under his arm of feelings,
But the confusion of the moment
Ripped the present and its details.
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My characteristics are of a monad
Whose forests are dumb and speechless,
Joggled by the hearts and harnesses
Still giving a stagnancy, offering me a
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To focus on a name is like being the same,
I see the habits of a praiseworthy man
As the drawing of a day unravels
Into splendour and sanity and godliness.
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It was time that stood the stand,
Yet we return to the clock with might
And represent our families with affirmations
And respect.
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