My Independent Woman

My independent woman is like a nearer joy,
Her life has ended with dismay,
Onwards and forcibly, as temptation is best,
The recovery is brought about, from the constellations.

My family kept my woman, and never spoke on guidance,
My friend and comrade is inside my college,
As a universe is quickened of you.
We feature a living help, a gaining improvement called family.

poem by Naveed Akram
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