Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 29,330 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

2201. Offer Me Praise 11/5/2010
2202. In Battle 11/5/2010
2203. Same Weapons 11/5/2010
2204. I Have Cried 11/5/2010
2205. Different Names 11/6/2010
2206. Pace The Beach 11/6/2010
2207. Sails Flapped 11/6/2010
2208. Forest Of Berries 11/8/2010
2209. Policy 11/8/2010
2210. Maze Of Power 11/8/2010
2211. Slippery Slopes 11/8/2010
2212. Squealing 11/8/2010
2213. Rainy Weather 11/8/2010
2214. To Be With Provisions 11/8/2010
2215. Era 11/9/2010
2216. Models 11/9/2010
2217. One Heaven 11/9/2010
2218. Who Are We? 11/9/2010
2219. Defence From A Friend 11/9/2010
2220. My Prison 11/9/2010
2221. Seeking The Truth 11/9/2010
2222. Metaphysics 11/10/2010
2223. Never In This World 11/12/2010
2224. Feeling The Season 11/12/2010
2225. A Fallow Field 11/12/2010
2226. Your Hands 11/12/2010
2227. My Love Is Far Away 11/13/2010
2228. Living House 11/13/2010
2229. Construction 11/13/2010
2230. My Love 11/13/2010
2231. We Talk 11/14/2010
2232. Diverse Reactions 11/14/2010
2233. Greater Light 11/14/2010
2234. Classical Times 11/14/2010
2235. One Eye 11/14/2010
2236. Honestly 11/15/2010
2237. Eternal Student 11/17/2010
2238. Along A Path 11/17/2010
2239. Is Like Water 11/18/2010
2240. Alarming Cake 11/18/2010

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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