Devastation
I see wonders in this country never seen,
I open my vision tonight, in this country.
We are something of grandeur, often delighted
By the lies we acquire and abhor in this dusky nation.
Then dusky nations with bleak landscapes
Carry magnificence, to expend the riches of their soil.
My innocence remains tightly with my soul
As my commune absorbs ill-health, wrong weather
Finding us in rhythm with this poem.
My colony collects burden from magnificence,
The real country condemns the cathedral clad in evil
When the country finds its cavorting of bears
And the devastation of the plant kingdom.
My own landscape will appear jagged
Compared with another land of beauty.
I wonder all the time, with a broken nose
And a broken mind, and I observe the changing times.
poem by Naveed Akram
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