Naveed Akram Poems

The end of spring is the end of years of hard ache,
One felt beauty to be a metallic work of suddenness;
The endings so summoned meant gravity of sin,
Once the reasons were declared for the peace.
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Homage to your belongings, O Looking One,
You are as beautiful as a foe and friend,
Rising like the sun and setting also,
Much will be my mother’s task - profession.
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Once part of a building you are sentenced,
Passion is your existence, your party of events.
It has impacted you, warned you, and wanted you,
It attracts your body, no one told you the truth.
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Artwork is particular, general works are about,
The scrutiny of an artistic work is immense;
The world profoundly elucidates me as an artist,
The big methods employed are far beyond mere thought.
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It is devious to be relevant on a task,
This task rests with godly men of good measure.
The gods of righteous nature shall presume,
But we strive forwards in life never making sure.
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I broke my life up into pieces from pieces,
My hands and feet walk and feel my body.
The faith inside my soul is complete like him,
Colours well-taken consider me as well.
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Dangerous men walk for the reasons known to mankind,
Their manhood is derived from active thinking and strategy;
If they walk then talking and getting ahead of others comes to the senses,
Munching cigarettes is appalling, too many are beguiled by addiction.
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Your words are spoken from those in the dictionary,
Heavenly phrases occur from the hearts and minds;
A special action is intended for it is reminding something,
Just everything is like that, all of us will speak.
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