A State of Happiness

An ideal state would be heart with prison,
To know everything costs this higher position,
Where the life of the living gathers problems and more procedures.

An another happiness unfurls,
It is the modern world, it is fortune as we see it,
The young nation made a right reason for living.

I recall what pleasures added to the pleasant news,
Inside them we describe them as they are believed,
Most people bite that pleasure that ends in success.

The gods are alive when young people make mistakes,
Above them nothing can guide the children of tomorrow,
It cares why some of them reach death with love in their breasts.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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