Bonds

To strengthen the bond reads in the books,
The wrong direction permits me to cry;
I nod and especially enjoy this arrangement
Of my life and earnings, the wages are correct.
My living confides in the laws of the land,
The nations construct my youth for their benefit.
Bonds reserve our souls to strongly instruct,
Best blessings conserve the young nation.
May we learn to love the suffered ones,
And live with inhabitants of certain clubs.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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