Little Writers Poem by Naveed Akram

Little men concisely write on little matters,
Opening their boyhood to many charms.
Fifty years must pass before danger is averted,
And their store of education has fixed their life.

Vital ways made success and vital sounds,
With noise is sorriness, foul play.
The bells are knelling in the background
Over the sylvan creatures living there.

Bells are like big people,
Little men do not write as well;
The bells have knelled in righteous ways,
We have wrists to write and they have rights.