Naveed Akram Poems

The little men have been asleep,
To see them is much too much to keep;
There a broom is uncovered during the fountain
That lashes at them in the dreams of a mountain.
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The orchestra was the menu,
Stuck with noisome guests;
The nonchalant crowd satanically
Called to their heads and minds,
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Noisome fears last of the plagues,
But gems are stored from the bogs;
Our boots roll like bags on a summer,
This winter we seem like a hummer
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The conscripted men and women fell in love,
Armies have spoken with tongues that are a glove.

Some make olives from olive trees of the shining one,
Seeds made their appearance from some ages genuine.
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Fascinated by the looks of the locks,
A blue prison resides and flocks.
Thought of by the harmonious crowd,
A leader emerged from outside aloud.
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Not in a hundred days do we turn away,
This is the decision of my doorway;
The archangels keep angles and light,
Gorgeous humans must be tighter with backbite.
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The anatomy surprises me with its contours,
The map of heaven has unfurled forever;
It is the academy of the body that belabours,
With fright at its heels and talking thoughts at the mind.
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My future astronomy has expired,
The stars took their toil to the suns,
The daughters of the plans were born,
The sons of the stars were scared.
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My job has been to persuade the jolly fellow inside
To match one enigma with total warmth and joy.
The real real pity has been mastering the jolliness,
One is merry tonight and today in the inner desires.
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Caught in the middle of action,
One contrives a mentality of instants,
The philosophers swear their allegiance
To us who lie and adorn the walls.
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