Kindness

The kindness one owes to the old
Is only sorting out everything to behold.
This kind man shelters our aged women
With care and honesty, and also as a human.
The generosity of this elixir commands,
It animates and destroys the brands.
We consider a public sale to be bought
When kindness beautifies all the taught.
This string is fine and dim, it is sale
And whoever buys the work arouses the tale.
To be bound justifies jail and creation
Of the prints and pictures of grandchildren.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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