Naveed Akram Poems
|5681.||A Blow Of Cruelty||8/7/2008|
|5682.||A Couple Needs Space||7/4/2007|
|5683.||Readers Of Many Words||11/10/2017|
|5686.||The Animal And The Plant||8/20/2007|
|5687.||Learn My Farce||6/19/2015|
|5689.||A Big Present||4/30/2009|
|5692.||Taste Of Food||11/27/2009|
|5694.||“ghosts Are For The Telling”||6/14/2008|
|5695.||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.
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.