Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 21,216 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

2601. Warm Cave 7/18/2011
2602. Words To Me 7/8/2011
2603. This Lord Exists 7/19/2011
2604. To Exalt Him 7/19/2011
2605. Brown Smoke 7/20/2011
2606. Charitable Speech 7/20/2011
2607. Invertebrates Are Not Us 7/20/2011
2608. Next Morning 7/20/2011
2609. The Ordinary Land 7/21/2011
2610. Harassment 7/21/2011
2611. We Worship 6/26/2011
2612. My Questioner 6/26/2011
2613. Silence 6/26/2011
2614. Evil Rain 6/26/2011
2615. Hospitable 6/26/2011
2616. Resting-Place 6/26/2011
2617. Supreme Name 6/26/2011
2618. I Am A Peasant 4/27/2011
2619. Many Signs 5/19/2011
2620. Into Whining 5/19/2011
2621. Last Night Was A Struggle 7/8/2011
2622. From Bitterness 7/13/2011
2623. Little Flowers 7/13/2011
2624. Surprised Being 7/13/2011
2625. Foolish Flames 7/14/2011
2626. A Deformity 7/14/2011
2627. Diathesis 7/20/2011
2628. King Of Humanity 7/24/2011
2629. Heart’s Chambers 7/24/2011
2630. Other Nights 7/24/2011
2631. Apparel 7/24/2011
2632. My Saying 7/24/2011
2633. Religious Life 7/24/2011
2634. Elixir 7/25/2011
2635. Relaxed Mind 7/25/2011
2636. Time And Another Time 7/24/2011
2637. The Path And Wall 7/24/2011
2638. Speeches Of Happiness 7/24/2011
2639. Demure 7/26/2011
2640. Power Of Death 7/26/2011
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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Poor Men Speak

Poverty is hideous and nevermore, its hand creeps
Into the heart of the body that you possess,
Riches bitterly combats your proclamations,
Rich men starve at the feet of their kindred,
But you are awakened by the songs of the birds,
As poetry says power is better than poverty.

Your throat is hunting the words for a poor man,
His rich life vanished, forced by chances and gambling,

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