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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 |
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Best Poem of 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.
Creation
I am suited to innocence as much as whiteness,
And the dark skies witness behaved-ones.
Looking in my direction the sunly objects fit my eye,
Once ago I say.
Too much is known and forgiven of late,
Late work is made of love fortunately on a saying
That indicated the holiness of mine:
To see God and be a part of it.
Naveed is a free human. Free to believe, Free to fight, Free to want, free to need.
Way to go Naveed!