An Umbrella
Saves you from the sun and the rain,
It also protects your skin from pain,
Your skin remains smooth and fine,
No rashes are there and no line,
Under it your body is safe and sound,
Seeing it your joy knows no bound,
But there is no cover on your soul,
You seem to be a man without a goal,
It's getting dirty day by day,
And one day it will meet its decay,
Tell me where is its umbrella?
poem by Mohammad Akmal Nazir
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