This Day
How may I be this day?
Be proud of course, not lazy.
Jostle with the crowd now
As fast as the winner
Who is on the rostrum.
The talk of this day is most,
Yet you speak in tough guise
And submit to any will.
Why do the scales rot
On the body and brain?
I have no question but
This.
poem by Naveed Akram
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