Sighting
I ask for a chance to sight a bird,
May winter run away afterward.
This season is just some of the year,
What may pass can disappear.
My season transmits its pride to the park,
And the nation changes a season, very dark.
Let evil be somebody very dark and grey,
Not the present season, not winter anyway.
poem by Naveed Akram
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