My Baby - Poem by Naveed Akram
You are still holding my baby,
Your hands lend a caring gesture.
This child across the ocean is a reminder,
Voices across the country destroy.
Give us the money to enjoy and amuse
My baby and me.
My hands are worthy of It,
Yet the country is forced to decline.
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