Naveed Akram Poems

I must be in your hands,
For my heart does contain a lot of misery;
And love lasts a lot if you
Tread in the shoes of a lover who cares.
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I sold my soul to the wind
When it blew too loud and narrow,
Like the innocent howling of an infinite
Day that coincided with its night-time.
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My life has turned upside down,
Storms have orchestrated my demise;
For their speedy directions the storms
Sort out problems for other natures,
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The attempted search remained a triumph,
These seas are founded on the beliefs of generations,
But the search was a generation,
And the boy was in the cabin looking grim.
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The situation was the scene of scorching heat,
Its locale pondered, scorched like kindled candles,
Offering us whims of a superior future,
Its aspect was bound to the body offering me some
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He brought some little present inwardly,
Light picked up from behind fortunately,
Then he tucked my arm under his arm
And ran to the park of all the monopolies,
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My mind and heart sank into a pit of humour
As the confusion and memories of men were old,
The days came back like the fires of the wish
Rattling in the winds of the categories.
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In the profuse literature a sloth has appeared
To dazzle the brilliant minds with laziness;
Inside this island of reception is a doubtful language,
Many minds barge and charge towards the ships
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The book is a plaque for the unread, dispositions
Rely on the place it occupies with streaming gases;
This object or item of luxury resigns for the items
Opening their front door, like a cat has entered.
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A gesture of irritation came out of gesturing,
My broken voice was a malady for the downcast;
Pointing to the other voice we heartedly sought
A fictional promise so like the Alexandria
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