Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 22,271 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

3201. Different Tales 1/1/2013
3202. Fault Of Others 1/1/2013
3203. My Brave Heart 1/1/2013
3204. After Sleep 1/1/2013
3205. Spirit Of Numbers 1/3/2013
3206. The Binding 1/4/2013
3207. Called Life 1/5/2013
3208. Taken By Storm 1/5/2013
3209. The Same Ground 1/6/2013
3210. A Thousand Deeds 1/6/2013
3211. Quick Steps 1/6/2013
3212. The Liar-General 1/6/2013
3213. Decided At Noon 1/7/2013
3214. Here Is Management 1/9/2013
3215. Fashion Of Justice 1/9/2013
3216. Stories Of Humanity 1/12/2013
3217. Wonder Of The World 1/12/2013
3218. Ocean Of Words 1/12/2013
3219. Rabbit-Holes 1/12/2013
3220. Crisis In Darkness 1/12/2013
3221. Chamber 1/12/2013
3222. Screaming And Half Dragging 1/12/2013
3223. Morbid List 1/13/2013
3224. First Visions 1/13/2013
3225. I Have A Dream Of Forces 1/13/2013
3226. Asking For Numbers 1/14/2013
3227. I See An Angel 1/14/2013
3228. In A Twist 1/14/2013
3229. Teaching Of The Stars 1/15/2013
3230. Books Of Wisdom 1/15/2013
3231. Eye 1/15/2013
3232. Clinic Staff 1/16/2013
3233. Catlike 1/16/2013
3234. Fled 1/18/2013
3235. Eating All That 1/18/2013
3236. Sweeter Tasks 1/19/2013
3237. Love Enters The Heart 1/20/2013
3238. Green Loveliness 1/20/2013
3239. Freedom Has Been Won 1/20/2013
3240. Sweetness 1/20/2013

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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