Do Not Adapt

Do not adapt to the changes in this lane,
The aborted sins of our fathers are scary;
They abide beneath the streams of your deeds,
Achieving the real aches of a day.

To abide in the reality forces me to think
Of wages and wealth, toil and health;
What do people think this day?
When scariness rides the wave, does the self?

Do not scare anyone, afterwards,
And say the relief of a hundred generations,
Accuse nobody above the realm.

This day exactly undoes the days preceding it,
But scaring someone is committing a sin after sin.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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