Naveed Akram

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

Naveed Akram Poems

3561. The Melancholy Night 10/13/2013
3562. You Are Sorry 10/13/2013
3563. Robotic Acts 10/14/2013
3564. Colossal Cabins 10/14/2013
3565. He Moved So Straight 10/15/2013
3566. The Perfect Book 10/17/2013
3567. Blood Of Scoundrels 10/17/2013
3568. Early Sin 10/22/2013
3569. Strange Rats 10/23/2013
3570. Stale Friendship 10/23/2013
3571. A Finger Length 10/28/2013
3572. Magnificent Health 10/28/2013
3573. Same Stomach 10/28/2013
3574. To Hidden Eyes 10/30/2013
3575. Eternal Qualm 10/31/2013
3576. My Sad Heart 10/31/2013
3577. Display Of Sin 10/31/2013
3578. Deep Sleep Will Come 11/1/2013
3579. From Apes To Kings 11/3/2013
3580. Full Room 11/3/2013
3581. Home Is 11/3/2013
3582. Gold Has Been Sprinkled 11/4/2013
3583. A Wise Study 11/4/2013
3584. Entire Universe 11/4/2013
3585. Trade And Tread 11/6/2013
3586. My Heart Is Doing 11/10/2013
3587. The Garden Of Birds 11/10/2013
3588. Into Secret Wishes 11/10/2013
3589. The Best Love 11/10/2013
3590. Thoughts Exist 11/11/2013
3591. Roots Of Men 11/12/2013
3592. Why Am I Chosen? 11/12/2013
3593. My Statements Of Joy 11/13/2013
3594. Villainous 9/21/2013
3595. Little Present 9/21/2013
3596. Dumb Forests 9/21/2013
3597. The Man Of Open Godliness 9/21/2013
3598. Time Stood Still 9/22/2013
3599. Slow Sunrise 9/22/2013
3600. Many Giants 9/22/2013
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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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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