My University Degree

Sent to the prison, sending is a gift,
Like childhood and youth in a fit of glory;
My loves of this world are numberless,
Never does the ground grow beautifully.

May prison be admirable to the lame,
Love of this world is always alone,
Living gains enemies of the shredded earth,
To live you must acquire an university.

Inside you destroy the tremendous knowledge,
Gather a force of health and whole wisdom,
The wielding of the axe of education stings
Your arms and legs as you crawl through.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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