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Naveed Akram
Naveed Akram
(15 December 1973 / London, England)
Naveed Akram Poems
| 81. | Very Big Answer | 7/6/2006 |
| 82. | Godly Decisions | 7/7/2006 |
| 83. | Cold Ways | 7/7/2006 |
| 84. | In Essence | 8/6/2006 |
| 85. | I Like This | 8/6/2006 |
| 86. | Diseased Man | 8/7/2006 |
| 87. | Distance To Run | 8/7/2006 |
| 88. | Disease | 8/7/2006 |
| 89. | Not To Trust | 8/8/2006 |
| 90. | You Are In Office | 8/9/2006 |
| 91. | Hunted One | 8/26/2006 |
| 92. | My Input | 9/30/2006 |
| 93. | I Ache | 9/30/2006 |
| 94. | One Region | 9/30/2006 |
| 95. | Lowlife | 9/30/2006 |
| 96. | Your Career | 9/30/2006 |
| 97. | I Did It | 9/30/2006 |
| 98. | Why The Gods? | 10/1/2006 |
| 99. | Four Deaths | 10/2/2006 |
| 100. | Height Of Sin | 10/2/2006 |
| 101. | My Skin | 10/2/2006 |
| 102. | Sweet? | 10/2/2006 |
| 103. | But Why? | 4/3/2007 |
| 104. | Freedom And Zest | 4/3/2007 |
| 105. | Money Is Sacred | 4/3/2007 |
| 106. | Earth With Water | 4/3/2007 |
| 107. | What Can I Do? | 4/3/2007 |
| 108. | Ghosts | 4/3/2007 |
| 109. | O Vampire! | 4/3/2007 |
| 110. | Follow The Path | 4/8/2007 |
| 111. | Silver | 4/8/2007 |
| 112. | Pick Up | 4/8/2007 |
| 113. | Speak Of | 4/13/2007 |
| 114. | Sleep Until Sunrise | 4/13/2007 |
| 115. | Thoughtfulness | 5/4/2007 |
| 116. | Enemy And Weather | 5/5/2007 |
| 117. | The Bridge | 5/5/2007 |
| 118. | Gifts | 5/5/2007 |
| 119. | Lessons | 5/5/2007 |
| 120. | To Think Of The Devil | 5/5/2007 |
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.
