Naveed Akram Poems
|5641.||Learn My Farce||6/19/2015|
|5642.||A Big Present||4/30/2009|
|5645.||Taste Of Food||11/27/2009|
|5646.||“ghosts Are For The Telling”||6/14/2008|
|5648.||For Every Storm||6/29/2008|
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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 World Is Watching
The world is behind the curtain, passing winery,
Dissolving salt in waters from the heavens.
This world is a joy to be with, principles are the same,
Joking will parade the sinners, and earth will comply.
Watching someone else is like seeing slaves all the time,
He is slave of His Creator, slave of men and slave of beauty.
We are dissolved in inky waters, the words of God are
Tossing this boat and that boat, forcing me to submit.