The Evenings
The evenings are sold to prizes,
I am the one who abolishes;
Like a famous one, like a bridge to cross,
When they adventure to and fro.
One bash in the head is enough,
To be the accomplice, forming pride,
And they complicate matters by force.
They accuse you of mysteries and pride,
Your employment is questioned.
The actresses are made to ask themselves,
And the actors resent their companions.
One is a champion of ideas and actions,
Forces are at work, working and supplying.
poem by Naveed Akram
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