Life is Precious
People who live with their fellow-countrymen
Are never losers, nor are their heads in discomfort.
Instead, their brains do work,
And their life is special as well.
Their living is precious, because you admire them,
And each person shall think of the other.
It is a perfect world in which we live,
For the inhabitants cast shadows that are long,
They are very, very long.
Children will defend their fortune, their luck does not shine
As much as their elders.
They are wishful thinkers, and their guardians are so wishful.
We are in the agreement process; We are the innocent ones.
poem by Naveed Akram
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