Migration
Definite came straws lightening a hut of promises,
Destruction of wilderness came only to second attention.
Fortnightly the pressure unbearable, a strange affair,
One that flooded gravely so stupidly inside me.
If only praise wandered across boundaries when delivered
Ghosts of lost soldiers feeling prisoner ship in their joining times.
General after general had forsaken a key element of strategy,
Most of the lives were picked by handsome folk, in the sewage system;
This is Wednesday and Thursday in the week of the last year,
A lovely two days of illnesses, forgotten much over thinning the waist
As the two days after come - Friday and Saturday - unfortunate of them.
We disembark on a flight to the Netherlands, and meet stages often.
Eventually, the flight has achieved our dreams of development.
poem by Naveed Akram
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