The Beach Of Children Poem by Naveed Akram

The beach and butterfly flew along the sky,
Feeding loneliness into the light that took
A slight edge with the act of existence,
Little do people know the height of nature and its contents.

Peace has to be remembered today,
Now that the mother of beliefs has commanded
Us to be poverty and pen, prize and price,
Like the peaceful and so successful men who hasten.

This music is bleeding from the pen
That drives a joke at the heartless men,
Small joy empties into the whole standard
That faces men whose hastening is of charity.

The charity of the day and the sky is of land,
Little do people walk and stare to stop,
Lesser sons and daughters remark
On their own children with polite trust.