A Long Walk Poem by Yasir Khan Niazi

it always feel like a long walk,
till the time, we start to talk,

what's in me and what in you,
we are a flight with a perfect crew,

you are moderate like the morning dew,
i am an orthodox like an old jew..

walking parrallel till the end,
what should i call it my dear friend,

problems, pain and a lot of tension,
we live together but we dont mention..

its like a matrix without a row,
like a tall peak withot the snow,

it always feel like a long walk,
till the time, we start to talk