Naveed Akram Poems

A monster I spun in this heart of mine
Is spilling, shredding and hating one's fellowman,
Its embroidered skin lashes on the stomach of
My dining, this skin of mine entails a loss.
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Understand me this time.
By what is knowledgeable and certain,
The reins of this horse weigh on my hands,
As I approach the house I built,
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My disease is my flight into the dangerous realms,
I just see caged birds, I just see caged birds.
Animals are full of contagious ailments,
If you do speak to these creatures a philosopher
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The horses of light are the beds of humanity,
They shine and record the ideas of men who bleed,
Like the hissing of snakes and the prancing of ponies.
Widows have been collapsed by the trains
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Death has a step over the line I call home,
Home shall remain a constant danger now.
Heaven is a dangerous country we live in,
Hell is the light of darkness, of everything.
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There is a sun and moon for every star in this sky,
Births of stars followed by deaths, comfort us faintly.
The stars in the atmosphere carry affection as they flash and blink,
Much like us in a way all.
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Understanding a bird is like knowing a deed,
Deeds fly for the joys and laughter to come forth.
A session called the season mattered most to our heart and soul,
This Autumn my manners attained the fallen leaves so brown.
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You live by the book of wonders,
The book has hell on it when opened.
The inferno carries pits too grilling,
The grills are offered by devils,
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In the sun we work and run like warriors of flame,
Inside this star of dirt, we see the fires of our game.
Inner souls fetch the flame and soar into the skies,
First to interrupt then to conserve, even then to actualize.
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What does sprout from seeds?
The flowers might, but do not war with deeds.
Then a darling panting comes from the breathing space,
Wonders adjust the expenses of the body, and this is the case.
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