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Naveed Akram
Naveed Akram
(15 December 1973 / London, England)
Naveed Akram Poems
| 5481. | The River | 7/3/2009 |
| 5482. | The English Language | 9/30/2009 |
| 5483. | Stages Of A Hero | 10/5/2009 |
| 5484. | Begotten | 9/6/2009 |
| 5485. | Food Circle | 2/14/2014 |
| 5486. | The Silver Sword | 8/3/2014 |
| 5487. | Theory Of Knowledge | 11/9/2010 |
| 5488. | Beach | 10/2/2013 |
| 5489. | Cats Loved | 10/18/2011 |
| 5490. | Commerce | 7/29/2010 |
| 5491. | Food In The Mouth | 7/20/2010 |
| 5492. | Sonnet Of Happiness | 1/20/2008 |
| 5493. | Good Work | 6/11/2009 |
| 5494. | The Brown Bear | 4/27/2009 |
| 5495. | Many Lower Animals | 12/23/2014 |
| 5496. | The Animal And The Plant | 8/20/2007 |
| 5497. | The Animals’ Status | 9/20/2011 |
| 5498. | A Couple Needs Space | 7/4/2007 |
| 5499. | A Blow Of Cruelty | 8/7/2008 |
| 5500. | A Book | 2/6/2008 |
| 5501. | Stones | 5/14/2009 |
| 5502. | Homes | 7/3/2009 |
| 5503. | Fighting-Chance | 7/8/2009 |
| 5504. | Heavenly Winter | 6/6/2009 |
| 5505. | Fast Cars | 5/1/2009 |
| 5506. | Living Things | 7/12/2009 |
| 5507. | Learn My Farce | 6/19/2015 |
| 5508. | A Big Present | 4/30/2009 |
| 5509. | System Collapses | 6/11/2013 |
| 5510. | To Slay | 7/19/2013 |
| 5511. | Taste Of Food | 11/27/2009 |
| 5512. | “ghosts Are For The Telling” | 6/14/2008 |
| 5513. | Huge Heart | 1/8/2013 |
| 5514. | For Every Storm | 6/29/2008 |
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.
Desire
You have one of the weakest minds on show,
Your breath is over the normal power and offer,
Relentless is description of the above,
And I doubt forever the picture in love.
Keys to the city are too many to see and hear,
I love the colours and I like them always here.
The birds will fly and depart once more only,
And now never return as I can certainly.
