Life Here

He loves the rich and poor
In entire dreams of youth;
Plenty of hours are spent
In the latitudes of this country.

This country has colours of honour,
In its flag the strokes of essence
Can be conspicuous for the alert
And hard hearts of this very country.

The rich explore and this concerns me
For they drag the beaten soldiers
Into the wombs of their mothers,
Reflecting from mirrors like light.

This light I have coloured in my book,
For children explain and explore
To concentrate their minds on
Innocence, the very deal in life of the country.

poem by Naveed Akram
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