Naveed Akram Poems
|2361.||Sleep Of Peace||1/29/2011|
|2362.||Two Innocent Men||1/31/2011|
|2364.||Noticing An Accident||2/2/2011|
|2366.||Words, Words, Words||2/5/2011|
|2367.||The Thought Is Made||2/5/2011|
|2370.||A Championship For Him||4/21/2011|
|2371.||Run To Death||4/21/2011|
|2375.||Do Not Hate||4/24/2011|
|2378.||Defending The Lady||4/25/2011|
|2382.||Married To A Doctor||4/26/2011|
|2383.||With Unhappy Pain||4/26/2011|
|2384.||Nearer To Trees||4/27/2011|
|2388.||I Love Tranquillity||4/27/2011|
|2389.||The Author And The Witch||4/27/2011|
|2392.||Children And Adults||4/28/2011|
|2393.||You Sit There||4/28/2011|
|2394.||On The Way||4/28/2011|
|2398.||I Am In Wealth||4/30/2011|
|2400.||A Charming Introduction||4/30/2011|
Comments about 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.
My Chest Is My Knowledge
My mansion is my chest and legs from the years gone by,
I grew up wanting rewards and ideas amply designed.
With questions my father understood the rhymes,
I was little, he was sadder than the rest of martyrs, who died.
How different was the beauty of the face in lights of studios!
My manliness or success listened to the eyes of my mother,
Scratched by eminence, surrendered to the pages of pleasure.
Books were books of condemnation, pride and revival,