Naveed Akram Poems

Consider the message of a golden age,
Cool talk matters to special feelings;
Once assured, living constricts us
As the knowledge of reasoning seems rational.
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He talked little, he spotted few
In the arena of his intelligence;
Fascinated, he took to burdens
Of an united country, with likes
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I think positively like leisure,
Surprising like the clock;
A sunlight took my spirits
Jostling in the dark,
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Buried by the wind, a yellow house
Gains acceptance in the eyes of God;
Underneath the realms of fantasy,
Lies a world of tragic blood and torture,
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Do not tell it again when the shakes replace
The fountain housing an elixir of change and gold.
I am terrified of your belongings when dead,
Crazes and suffering accompany the wicked.
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Of noble blood we walk like telephones
To talk to the world about life as we know it.
Raw meat is sheltered by the souls of metal,
How easier is the task of the bold and splendid?
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He was on water, in misfortune,
Inwardly, his situation seemed hot and sticky;
But, closer to death, a line was drawn to succeed,
Making somersaults in the air,
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A red-headed man of gimmicks
Got a hat of the ancient kind.
Of the messes in his pot,
He clued about the gold and the heads.
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Looking out of bed, I slept another wink,
Listening to the speech I delivered the day before.
I went to sleep in that speech,
Twelve people wanted me alive,
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