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Naveed Akram
Naveed Akram
(15 December 1973 / London, England)
Naveed Akram Poems
| 161. | One Region | 9/30/2006 |
| 162. | Lowlife | 9/30/2006 |
| 163. | Your Career | 9/30/2006 |
| 164. | I Did It | 9/30/2006 |
| 165. | Why The Gods? | 10/1/2006 |
| 166. | Four Deaths | 10/2/2006 |
| 167. | Height Of Sin | 10/2/2006 |
| 168. | My Skin | 10/2/2006 |
| 169. | Sweet? | 10/2/2006 |
| 170. | Heavenly | 8/22/2007 |
| 171. | Man’s Hug | 8/22/2007 |
| 172. | Arab Men | 8/22/2007 |
| 173. | War Is A Lie? | 8/26/2007 |
| 174. | Keep Humour | 8/26/2007 |
| 175. | Birds And The Above | 8/27/2007 |
| 176. | A Rich Man | 8/27/2007 |
| 177. | Religion Of A Child | 8/28/2007 |
| 178. | Marching Troops | 9/5/2007 |
| 179. | Season After Season | 9/21/2007 |
| 180. | Ghosts Of The Deep | 10/7/2007 |
| 181. | Innocence Of Fellows | 10/7/2007 |
| 182. | Sentence Of All | 10/7/2007 |
| 183. | He Died | 10/7/2007 |
| 184. | Horizons | 10/19/2007 |
| 185. | Hatred | 11/19/2007 |
| 186. | Anthem | 11/19/2007 |
| 187. | Real Family | 11/19/2007 |
| 188. | A Dragon | 11/28/2007 |
| 189. | Only The Slaves | 12/1/2007 |
| 190. | A Kingly Man | 12/1/2007 |
| 191. | Done Everything | 12/5/2007 |
| 192. | Deserter | 12/5/2007 |
| 193. | Rest On Their Souls | 12/19/2007 |
| 194. | Aiming | 12/25/2007 |
| 195. | Explosion | 12/25/2007 |
| 196. | The Region | 12/25/2007 |
| 197. | Another Deity | 12/25/2007 |
| 198. | Godlinesses | 12/25/2007 |
| 199. | Fancy | 12/25/2007 |
| 200. | Law | 12/25/2007 |
Comments about Naveed Akram
To Slay
To slump and slay shall be the decision,
To get the rest needs rest itself, as the basket
Is carried by the limped workers.
Sleep pokes at you from the higher reaches,
Positions of splendour exist for those who wait
And persevere like the bison and cattle of that nation.
It rests on a premise, and it rests on splendour,
For hearts may conquer the beloved,
He revolves around a circle
And the circle revolves around him,
Holding a foot with a hand
And a hand made useful feet.
Wonder At All
All you do is talk of why I was true,
All of me is saying pleasant news you;
Almost far I push the leather at whim,
So to enhance my living at being dim.
Wonder can exist in shades of sorting out,
To keep quiet all silence and restore pout;
So all of us who always are in power, snow.
Where do you live? among the trees?
Are you forgotten, or upset? I give status
Naveed is a free human. Free to believe, Free to fight, Free to want, free to need.
Way to go Naveed!