Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 22,192 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

1441. Fast Winds 12/22/2009
1442. Charactered Nature 12/22/2009
1443. To Shoot 12/22/2009
1444. Fearless One 12/24/2009
1445. Pain? 12/24/2009
1446. Heavenly Thoughts 12/24/2009
1447. I Am Working 12/25/2009
1448. A Sign 12/25/2009
1449. A Huge Heaven 12/25/2009
1450. Our House Of Prayer 12/25/2009
1451. The One Who Lasts 12/27/2009
1452. Beautiful Love 12/27/2009
1453. Animal Spirits 12/27/2009
1454. Forming A Sculpture 12/29/2009
1455. Wounds 12/29/2009
1456. I Am Graced 12/29/2009
1457. This Crime 12/30/2009
1458. Grand Importance 12/30/2009
1459. Soul And Disease 12/30/2009
1460. Naturally Climb 1/1/2010
1461. Awestruck 1/1/2010
1462. Health In Danger 1/2/2010
1463. Should We Do? 1/2/2010
1464. Wealth And Food 1/2/2010
1465. Deathliest 1/2/2010
1466. Meditating 1/3/2010
1467. Your Skill 1/4/2010
1468. Infinite Cooking 1/4/2010
1469. Seconds Of Contentment 1/5/2010
1470. Blind Eye 1/5/2010
1471. Theft 1/5/2010
1472. Speedy Car 1/5/2010
1473. This Whole Life 1/5/2010
1474. Animal Of Desire 1/6/2010
1475. Doubtful Religion 1/6/2010
1476. Icebergs 1/6/2010
1477. Bad Bird 1/7/2010
1478. Actions And Acts 1/15/2010
1479. Kings Of Slavery 1/15/2010
1480. Killing And Leading 1/17/2010

Comments about Naveed Akram

  • Kaitlyn McKenna (1/16/2008 7:00:00 PM)

    Naveed is a free human. Free to believe, Free to fight, Free to want, free to need.

    Way to go Naveed!

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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.

Read the full of For Every Storm

Computer Mania

Deliberate is the action that I pronounce,
On the minute, of all the hours, that laugh away.
So strong is my business contending the books,
Content in the knowledge of sentinels.

Your living is praising nobody but you,
It is an affair of compartments like rooms and boxes,
I loved all such fair thinking.

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