Zoo Of Life And Death Poem by Naveed Akram

When the zoo of souls corrupts the youth
With entered burns that radiate light,
A foul bark has come with plague and gun,
A barking sound justly connects with force.
Feet are attacked from the flank,
And the zoo of life is the zoo of death.
Why do you burn tonight in prolonged
Hardship, that must return to ease and occupation?
My souls are many and wide like that of bears,
My sayings craft the soldiers of living light.
This generalship is the author of goodness
In the playing fields of desire.
The flowers of justice are open to the public,
After the joyous burdens teetering on connivance.