Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 23,484 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

801. Marshes 4/3/2009
802. To Seize Authority 4/3/2009
803. In This Youth 4/4/2009
804. Swaying Ship 4/4/2009
805. Your Love 4/4/2009
806. The Past 4/4/2009
807. My Court 4/4/2009
808. Shopping 4/6/2009
809. Life And Art 4/6/2009
810. Arrow Of Hate 4/6/2009
811. Good Friend 4/6/2009
812. Gods Speak 4/6/2009
813. Gravel And Mud 4/6/2009
814. Miracle Of Words 4/6/2009
815. Heaven Shall Crawl 4/6/2009
816. Hairdresser 4/6/2009
817. My Blessed Name 4/9/2009
818. Moon-God 4/10/2009
819. It Is Called Love 4/10/2009
820. Dancer 4/10/2009
821. Falsehood 4/10/2009
822. My Virtue 4/10/2009
823. The Climate 4/13/2009
824. Spotting 4/13/2009
825. Lend A Hand 4/14/2009
826. Grade Of Work 4/14/2009
827. Brown Bag 4/14/2009
828. The Right Ambition 4/15/2009
829. Distinct Man 4/15/2009
830. Nimble Mind 4/16/2009
831. Hated Juices 4/16/2009
832. Bubbling 4/16/2009
833. Tower 4/16/2009
834. Speak The Truth 4/16/2009
835. Disasters And Deeds 3/24/2009
836. Endangered One 3/24/2009
837. Religion The Trust 3/25/2009
838. Art As Art 3/25/2009
839. Independence 3/25/2009
840. Coping With Bad Luck 3/25/2009

Comments about Naveed Akram

  • Kaitlyn McKenna (1/16/2008 7:00:00 PM)

    Naveed is a free human. Free to believe, Free to fight, Free to want, free to need.

    Way to go Naveed!

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Best Poem of 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.

Read the full of For Every Storm

Computer Mania

Deliberate is the action that I pronounce,
On the minute, of all the hours, that laugh away.
So strong is my business contending the books,
Content in the knowledge of sentinels.

Your living is praising nobody but you,
It is an affair of compartments like rooms and boxes,
I loved all such fair thinking.

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