In This City

In this city of old men I cry for infinite goodness,
Inside I discover the pride of a man in weeping;
He has old age and wants to attain new phases,
The very beautiful houses are in the construction,
Yet who will they house if the inhabitant is not him?

In this healthy hospital I leave the walls of the place,
And charge my body with the weapon called the mind;
A palace is fought, and not a castle is fought,
For the king and queen are present and waiting.
You need to experience the amount of time on offer.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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