Naveed Akram Poems

Run to death, run to the place of nights,
With all its pleasures and scares;
Taste of it this death as it stalks the night,
Ready to weep into the cells of the floor.
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He walks in splendour of the crowns,
Kings are dark and collected,
Around the dignified angels and archangels,
Fixing their abode on the very rich and wealthy.
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No soul is my property other than the one,
No tremors awake the dead when there is life;
My ministry is of the living, and the ghosts are absent,
They work in ways to be known and ways to master.
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Never is the land fair when it rains,
For raining submits to the path that hurts;
Desks of teachers make teachings,
The rain is there to smother the rich in learning.
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Do not hate too hard:
The length of the clock
Is overgrown, it is for immortality.
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What is he writing? Listen to the sounds
Of the keys, how swiftly his fingers move!
The eager and loveliest minute is a thought above,
It is in that touch, the moving touch of sweetness.
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She loves those sailors of the holy deep,
To go is too much of this blade that hurts,
My distant scene is loved by those alerts,
This life misreads and damns the rest asleep.
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Defence prolongs indifference aloud,
It tastes the worth, it makes one cry too fast,
I work on those despairing in the crowd,
Then wonders cease, the worlds shall be amassed.
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Again I scrape my soul, my enjoyment is all reason,
I am now like a stage in the heavens, like a state of peace;
I spoke with a tender heart as I crawled up the ladder
That led to the castle of God, a far away place.
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My precious names forgive me,
In the sea of death is a police;
The watery wild begs much misery
To disappear, and concoct a little.
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