Naveed Akram Poems

The man who hates the world shall carry it,
Love minds himself, like light and dark a bit;
My mother causes him to live and die,
From life he goes, from death he will ally.
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He heard the cry for it a bit,
Stepped in and didn't want to look
As if the beams of light vanished,
Relics were afloat fearfully arising
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I saw what vanished from under the nose
Of feathers that crawl beneath the soul of roses;
Nothing reminds me of the days ahead,
On this stage I commit my jokes and laughter
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The knight of the moon walks freely among the dead
In the forest that mutters a breeze of dust from the floor of vegetation.
I see the insects crawl, modern technology gathers dust,
Mortuaries are inhabiting the folly of a day in knowledge.
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To the sight say your existence,
To the ears a spongy mass has formed
Devouring the eyes with their glares and tears.
To this plant of woe we abstain the palms
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I observed the noisy crowd with ears to the main door,
A dull, green coat was a bitter coat for the doors were huge;
I saw them greener than the rest of mankind,
For the alien is a miserable creation of higher wit.
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Who might he be? His name was number,
The prize was certain and curious,
For the look over the world deserved it,
Like the two other gardeners,
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I kept an eye on disaster when I could,
To protect the belief of looking up,
Turning had curvature, touring was sprung,
And the hesitation played into the books.
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It was an agreement of the lines,
The days of a child devastated few,
But thrust into the corner of the woods
Was a sighing creature of danger,
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The small television was on us and them,
It could make more for the years than dust
On the books and rules of the pen.
Writing for its sacredness compiles a larger area,
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