Do Not Worship It Poem by Naveed Akram
Do Not Worship It
Caught in the wind, the eagles sway and swing,
Fortune is a balancer of their wings, like the wind.
May fortune ride like the wind as the breeze blows,
Going to the celebration is of flying there,
Geese are also flying in the sky, less than us.
Gases and liquids bulge in the air,
How destructive it feels from the horizon!
How are we told this fate, if we ourselves hate?
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