Unknown Health

The reasons for living are few, so few,
Yet we survive many times, but so few.

How does sport entice the believing?
The true survivor embraces and climbs, so few.

A medal is awarded to the permanent in health,
Awards always work on the bedtimes, so few.

We have innocence in the lordship, the kingship
And the presence: this bell chimes, so few.

Let us marry the veterans of war with distress,
As maidens or ghosts are the crimes, so few.

Unknown are the facts of war and peace,
Reasons for my living are for nighttimes, so few.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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