Naveed Akram Poems

Summer and the winter, sprites appear wildly,
But where are the sprites of the arrayed sort?
These destinations are designed by the God,
This dangerous duty is revelling in the sight of odds,
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With the long hours the occasional ease sets on,
Like a man in a dream, studded with images of animals.

I am glad to please Him, and He will please me,
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A parasite lurks with flower and fruit,
Down in this gnarly cage one ties the knot
Of matrimony, as the flowers are uprooted
And the knots are untied for the divorce is allowed.
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The watchman is overseeing the god-like images,
Inverted pictures are hailing their hands and figures,
Supposed statues enjoy privileged excuses from the saluters
Who see the men of arts and aesthetics so alarming.
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The soldier of light bears down on the flames of darkness,
They erupt and consume the brilliance of the men who die;
The footmen are forbidden to live, their words are mere action,
Those who fought have fled and been wounded by their routing,
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I have an eye too strained by the tale spun on wheels,
His story compels me to say the slogan so studied,
Our strife is ruined by the explosions and implosions,
By the very scruffy joys, by the inner qualms of life itself.
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Inside the prison of woe glows a sculpture,
Its only sounds are the chink-chink of keys,
A glowing man is of the foundations and soul,
The glowing man perishes inside the very hour.
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I must flow on air like the magic carpet,
This the afterglow of my troubles so sweet;
I can fly according to rules of grave gravity,
My stage is set to improve my velocity.
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Time is swift to end its display of colour and shame,
Time is like the army of men who keep their practice;
A predator has kept always its standards, in this life,
When it is belittled by Time, and we as humans love
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I wear my shoes in a couple of ways,
So children soon reply with a casual greeting,
Those in school uniforms offer majestically
The praise accorded to a sane hatted man.
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