Naveed Akram Poems
|5643.||Taste Of Food||11/27/2009|
|5644.||“ghosts Are For The Telling”||6/14/2008|
|5646.||For Every Storm||6/29/2008|
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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.
In Every Reality
In every reality someone combines the hated beings,
In every made man a striking action comes from armour,
In all works is a strange disease and disaster, an alacrity,
In this we confide and we utter certain commands.
To climb higher we remark on philosophers of the heart,
Training our thoughts, obligated and distant, disruptive.
Our singing minds are heated by whole listeners of life,
Their stare is against the fire of the world, the earth of the sun.