Strange Deeds

Chivalrous men walk like chills and blasts,
An explosive meets them in the life they lead.
The chemical I wear does strange deeds,
In this clothing my jolts arise to eradicate hope.
But where are the illnesses of a life that differs?
And what is this chilly childhood? Is it food?
My cheerful look establishes a rule and one more.
This defiant religion I have concocted stems
From a sky of hope yet it dies.
Elders require demanding bravery
And they are fixed in their bones,
They wear cloth of gold and silver.

poem by Naveed Akram
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