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.
You Are The Way Of Light
You are the way of love for love is in the Sufi,
You, you are ignorant of the path ladled with ruin.
Instead, your eyes grow according to the godliness,
For Sufis teach the soul's trick, and you are clever.
So seek out the cities atop the mountain, higher
Than the height of your sainthood, belonging to a
Man called Jonah, who resurrected his won being.
You are the way and the truth, yours is relaxing,