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.
Your Being Is Natural
Maybe your being is in the highlighted fashion,
Or the branches of a tree resemble your life,
Or your natural turn of the head is like the heart,
Or even your tongue is superb and unique.
Maybe your qualms are numberless, and concrete,
Or the soul feels euphoria for the outcasts of ours,
Or the soul fetches a prisoner of war into his house,
Or the deadly criminals affect a changing attitude.