Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 22,810 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

241. Kingdom Over The Mountain 1/12/2008
242. The Same 1/12/2008
243. A Nation In Strength 1/12/2008
244. Forced To 1/12/2008
245. Boy 1/12/2008
246. Oppressed 1/12/2008
247. Call Him 1/16/2008
248. Oaths 1/16/2008
249. Migration 1/16/2008
250. Holding 1/16/2008
251. Slogans I Speak 1/16/2008
252. Foil 1/16/2008
253. Gallant Men 1/16/2008
254. Business- Mind 1/16/2008
255. Joy Is Not An Enemy 1/17/2008
256. Always Find Him 1/17/2008
257. A Hill Of Blood I Traverse 1/17/2008
258. A Debut 1/17/2008
259. The Pivot Of A Poet 1/17/2008
260. The Stare 1/17/2008
261. Fade 1/17/2008
262. Dust Of Distress 1/18/2008
263. Aghast Of Life 1/18/2008
264. Heavenly 8/22/2007
265. Man’s Hug 8/22/2007
266. Arab Men 8/22/2007
267. War Is A Lie? 8/26/2007
268. Keep Humour 8/26/2007
269. Birds And The Above 8/27/2007
270. A Rich Man 8/27/2007
271. Religion Of A Child 8/28/2007
272. Marching Troops 9/5/2007
273. National Stability 1/18/2008
274. Food Itself 1/18/2008
275. Flood Of Redness 1/18/2008
276. One Lake 1/18/2008
277. The Mount Service 1/18/2008
278. Robot In Action 1/18/2008
279. An Action 1/18/2008
280. Manage It 1/18/2008

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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