Optimism

You never seemed at their times
A positive proof of happiness;
Wishes were neighbours of my father’s youth,
With its bad contrivances and mistaken acts.
What is more miserable? The backing of a mum
Or the fury of a father?
My ritual of slashing the meat
With a knife, forced me to kick and punch
In the name of self-defence.
It kept up the law,
The favourite realms became polished verse,
Their nonsense was to the view.

poem by Naveed Akram
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