Comments about Naveed Akram
In complex causes a fright has arisen,
Out of stout fear, as the arrival is near;
In this complexity a stupor has occurred,
Offering to the gods a brilliant letter.
My cool sculpture seemed the essence,
Of a wooden block all chiseled and polished.
My accidents remained with me as a character,
Opening the gates of non fallible beings.
This was the complicated man of towers,