Naveed Akram Poems
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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.
When I Am To Die
When I am to die my life must be born,
When I am to die my death must be bliss afterwards.
Inside the soul is some pain,
Inside the body was a gel or spirit or gem,
Like a peaceful anger, inner anguish steamed.
Where is my soul when it expires from my world?
It is my world that has been like other souls,
There it is far and near, here the suffering is complete.