Family Poem by Naveed Akram

My master is my mother who creates my writing for me,
Weathers of the year let her survive the coming year,
This carries on regardless due to long health and
The practice of the lying down and standing up.

My master is my father who causes the curse of the purse,
Instilling pity in the hearts of his children,
The beloved creatures of a long, long time;
Life shall matter to them all as it has mattered to everyone.

The children are the masters of their day and night,
Babies cry forever now, infants sigh forever now,
To see their parents in the light of the sun in its wake
As it ascends; and after it descends, the sun shall wave goodbye.

To the family, a star of this health bursts into tears
To welcome the sisters and brothers
Into a new living that enlightens, smoothens and soothes
The kind doctors and lawyers involved in the process.

Let families coincide with each other, a recorded kingdom
That beats down on us, as we are the populace that matters
Due to long health, and the health of the superior guardians;
A little help is required to lighten the load from our forefathers.