Do Not Reproach

Do not reproach your dear and beloved brother,
Beckon him now, summon his spirit so as to love him,
Considerably, lovingly, beautifully, and responsibly.
Then your sister contains the entire mouth of pleasant news.

Good evenings belong to the children of the adults,
Adults speak so well of hidden nights and days.
Do not reproach your family over nothing,
For nothingness is not for humans, humans just please.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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