Our Life
Running the time of our lives,
Giving us the freedom of knives,
Is like heavenly thunder on the fields of joy,
Like the living of splendour and not to destroy.
Life has a property we call Earth-and-Mars -
Earth contains the mystery,
And later the Martians land and cause decay.
Life has expelled us from its compartments,
Only I know this.
Running the life is of our laughter,
Of them are the great and greater,
The cherished ones of merriment and revelry for us all.
You do not design life for them, they merely do it themselves.
poem by Naveed Akram
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