My Duty Is To Serve Poem by Naveed Akram

My duty is for the dukes to falter,
My acts are numerous to follow,
And the skills of a generation are ripe.
My duties are instilled in the hearts,
These hearts bleed with courage,
Fattening the belly with more burden.

My duty is to serve the crown of rights,
Installing the gun and serving sentences,
Like a ripe stone of fruit, interrogated by him.
This heart is made of stone and oil,
Fastening its blending mixtures like a nail,
Its socket is good and natured with silk.