Hardly Men

Hardship suffered from the sun and stars,
Rays of light fall onto the mountains of highness;
A man is against all the ways of men,
One man stood at a pinnacle one denies.
The pastor of heaven is gaining my time,
Men of times and troubles are about.
They hardly speak to me after trouble,
Loathing the bread winning and the victory.
May hardness make men grow and learn
Like real men who stagger from new heights.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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