Ink
To see an inked paper with ink
You write also, you keep it tidy.
The request of the teacher must be met,
With all the paper in this planet.
To watch may leave us suddenly with more work,
But evil writing carries progress to astonish,
And the reporting of sins leaves us.
You need pencils but not pride of strength
To gain acceptance, to acquire safety.
I write along my nights with nature
Outside.
poem by Naveed Akram
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