Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 20,323 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

1801. Well Actions 6/28/2010
1802. Pivot 6/28/2010
1803. Glorious Speech 6/28/2010
1804. Explorer 6/28/2010
1805. Odium 6/28/2010
1806. Jolly Ending 6/28/2010
1807. Sonnet Of Describing 6/28/2010
1808. My Menacing Obstacle 6/29/2010
1809. Ceremony 6/29/2010
1810. Symbolic Gesture 6/29/2010
1811. Ask My Meaning 6/29/2010
1812. My Drought 6/29/2010
1813. Powers Of The Stars 6/29/2010
1814. Psionics 6/29/2010
1815. Strong Points 6/29/2010
1816. Slideway 6/29/2010
1817. Speech And Worship 6/29/2010
1818. A Horse To Outrun 6/29/2010
1819. Organized Force 6/29/2010
1820. The Place Is Consecrated 6/30/2010
1821. Thrilled By The Cold 6/30/2010
1822. Now Sleep 6/30/2010
1823. Bazaar Of Balloons 6/30/2010
1824. Thinking Of Wealth 6/30/2010
1825. Germ-Free 6/30/2010
1826. Sin To Astound 6/30/2010
1827. Do Not Reproach 6/30/2010
1828. Beautiful And Lovely 6/30/2010
1829. Sea’s Soul 6/30/2010
1830. Hilltops 6/30/2010
1831. Underneath Is A Monster 6/30/2010
1832. Rest Is Leisure 7/1/2010
1833. Love These Laws 7/1/2010
1834. Hearts Of Men 7/1/2010
1835. Angelic Prayer 7/1/2010
1836. In The Cold 7/1/2010
1837. Danger To Erupt 7/1/2010
1838. Hiding From The Family 7/1/2010
1839. Irreverent Conversations 7/1/2010
1840. The Nation’s Man 7/1/2010
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.

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Sand In The Air

The sand in the air whirls and swirls in ever drums,
No one sports the men who lie dumb on the pavement,
Living is a livid one affair, calling the death of the secret,
A man is called deceased when he nears the pairs of youth.

The sand has commanded me to think about the desert,
My coach is ready for me, a passenger sits in it with me,
We arrive at the shop in the desert of the wonderful sun,
One blesses the stages of the one who sows tragedy.

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