Naveed Akram Poems
|5441.||Your Social Manners||1/15/2014|
|5442.||Your Task Is Forced||2/2/2016|
|5444.||Your Twisted Heads||3/20/2015|
|5445.||Your Walk Has Made You A God||7/1/2007|
|5448.||Youth Has A Charm||6/14/2008|
|5449.||Youth Is Splendour||2/20/2009|
|5452.||Zoo Of Life And Death||7/15/2014|
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.
The day stands around a body of the apparatus,
Laughter has been sung, holding the jars of love.
Lacking skill, asking, saying, and staying are the losers,
This day decides a denigrated man of knowledge.
From the table of the love and hate cycle,
We have not the jars of wrongdoing and the cold vases.