Comments about Naveed Akram
To slump and slay shall be the decision,
To get the rest needs rest itself, as the basket
Is carried by the limped workers.
Sleep pokes at you from the higher reaches,
Positions of splendour exist for those who wait
And persevere like the bison and cattle of that nation.
It rests on a premise, and it rests on splendour,
For hearts may conquer the beloved,
He revolves around a circle
And the circle revolves around him,
Holding a foot with a hand
And a hand made useful feet.
I am suited to innocence as much as whiteness,
And the dark skies witness behaved-ones.
Looking in my direction the sunly objects fit my eye,
Once ago I say.
Too much is known and forgiven of late,
Late work is made of love fortunately on a saying
That indicated the holiness of mine:
To see God and be a part of it.