Comments about 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.
May the space around you be empty,
May we sit on chairs of gold and jewels,
This universe excels the drops of the ocean,
So we are richer than those who commit flames.
Listen to the sea and hear its majesty, fulfilling silence,
It is fulfilling quiet sounds of the universe,
Like a jar of gold and silver, that is amazing.
So we are richer than those nations of wealth.