Independence

Your life gains destruction once,
Hugh was destroying some abhorrence.
He, Hugh, crept on his legs when a child,
Working on the walker, working it compiled.
We, not him, create joyous moments
Too special, and gallantry has enthralments.
The life is special due to God,
Finding is relic-hunting to the awed.
Encroachment of the eagle is only flight,
A claw may change the reasonable sight.
We gain destruction once,
Only when the innocent help is called independence.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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