Naveed Akram Poems

Animals need a land to print books,
Towards the horizon of trials and moves.
Animals have the right to digest
And intervene with calamity.
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Stoic weary breadwinners expound the details
Of wages and earnings that smile at their chests.
Their memoirs are sent to the press of offerings
And shavings carry sights of the sacred.
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Food between the mouth and lungs is godly
All due to your breathing, and this sea of the night
Travels like few ought to, talking the good cutting talk
Under the sometimes blushing sun,
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I see the ground open without shutting down,
Houses of spectacular hope have been absorbed,
And their graves unite to gather a reward,
Like the offenders of the whole of thought.
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Beyond the shadows cast by the trees,
The realities of the shore were seen;
Its sand was whiter than the rain,
Promising everyone who learnt its strength
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He was my flesh when he died, sinking to the seabed,
Ablaze like flames of the entire globe, always in distress;
Wings were flying the soul with wool and cotton in sight,
Clothing had to be tired of the body at employment.
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Bye to the callers of the daylight hours,
See to their heightening times; and forms
Of the face voice their thoughts,
Stew has appeared to froth and become
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Water burdens the hated being of all,
Earth cares for the hated burning body;
But they are buried beyond a solution,
Opening the coughing and fallen paint.
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Mastering a thought may be enthusiastic
But soldiers of the grave find one only,
And this thought resounds in the heavens,
Neighbours of the army are selfishly in love.
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My look is my ability at the task ahead,
It appears to be new and twisted for this.
Open the doors to brevity and forsake this
Road for the better roads and alleys.
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