Naveed Akram Poems
|5684.||Food In The Mouth||7/20/2010|
|5685.||Sonnet Of Happiness||1/20/2008|
|5687.||The Brown Bear||4/27/2009|
|5688.||Many Lower Animals||12/23/2014|
|5689.||The Animal And The Plant||8/20/2007|
|5690.||A Couple Needs Space||7/4/2007|
|5693.||A Blow Of Cruelty||8/7/2008|
|5697.||Readers Of Many Words||11/10/2017|
|5700.||Learn My Farce||6/19/2015|
|5702.||A Big Present||4/30/2009|
|5705.||Taste Of Food||11/27/2009|
|5706.||“ghosts Are For The Telling”||6/14/2008|
|5708.||For Every Storm||6/29/2008|
Comments about Naveed Akram
For Every Storm
For every storm there is a room
And find the palace now,
From deserts are a tomb and gloom,
Where clothes must just allow.
The clothing kisses us on cheek,
When effort made us worse,
The cloth we wear is rather chic,
And worry is a curse.
The storm shall grow at all the speed
That problems make us mad,
You did not follow, or then bleed
As madness is your dad.
My Chest Is My Knowledge
My mansion is my chest and legs from the years gone by,
I grew up wanting rewards and ideas amply designed.
With questions my father understood the rhymes,
I was little, he was sadder than the rest of martyrs, who died.
How different was the beauty of the face in lights of studios!
My manliness or success listened to the eyes of my mother,
Scratched by eminence, surrendered to the pages of pleasure.
Books were books of condemnation, pride and revival,