Naveed Akram Poems

My fragrance burns the woeful flowers,
Or the shredded leaves so innocent and new;
I lived along the meadows and the heathens,
Evicted by their prowl and insidious behaviours.
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Heavy and winking, a travelled humanoid
Disfigures the flowering body of burning effects.
A mind is settling down in a vault too tiny,
By the stars it seems the wastes of the heavens
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Humour in life is loving to you when the smile has arrived,
Dancing and listening to dancing is a star-like quality;
You are like a star that shines in the heavens, in bliss,
Love is watching you as friendship looms and touches you.
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The love is
In the air

It feeds a
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My mind did change a lot, since May,
A cast of causes began
The month of May, a power of ray
That cooled the sky again.
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By the being of houses that stretch towards the sky,
We enter the writing of a man who is a lever of teaching.

By the reading of books talked about by chalk and board,
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To cry is to believe in tears of toys,
To lament is to design a corridor to youth.
Knowing can create obstacles for the heart,
But real knowledge digs into cardiac flesh.
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The budgerigar lines the tree sealed,
Seeds are sown tonight to see if growth swims.
The rug is a garden of vice, the brick is about,
For the house of leaves collapses with guesses.
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There are a thousand ways to compel the graces
Of a man in slumber, the heart is aroused by laughter.
It may be satisfaction entering the eyes august,
It might displace the time we command and respect.
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The essence of the sciences, is a skill, a skull of illness,
We stammer when effort sentences the man to energies.
A scientist shares the entrance of knowledge, his demands
Are continuous, demonstrating a feeling of goodness
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