O The Young Man Of My Age Poem by akram saqib
O The Young Man Of My Age
Where is the warmth of your blood?
Where have gone the firm determinations
Why have vanished your thoughts sublime
Why have you ignored your destination?
Dance romance and making love
Are the chores you keep above?
The hawkish eyes have gone blind
You have mortgaged your delicate mind
The lion has learnt from you to roar
Instead of metal you became oar
The day of youth we celebrate
To push you up and accelerate
We celebrate it every year
But what is this you leave rear
The empty tins of cold drinks
Bottles of wine on the brinks
The pitted dancing floor and dim lights
The lustful gestures and emotional nights
Think about it o young man
Are you doing the right thing?
Are you going on right path?
Are you prepared to take control?
Of the affairs on the roll
Yes Akram, you deserve honour! fine wording and thoughtful! 10+
Young, energetic but seems useless. Truely, if young men could arise, this earth could be a nice place to live in. Nice piece.
if you think young you are one. other alternative is go to Phunter. any way nice poem voted10 surya
i like a lot the theme u are discussing, very deep and has a positive message to the reader; besides ur way of writing is interestingly good...
being young it's a wonderful thing but we must use it right we must spend it in a right way but i think that we have 2 lose something either 2 spend this time in trivials 7 u will have no time 2 gain money or rise a family or 2 spend this time working hard & taking care of business. great poem.10+++
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I would like to translate this poem
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5/10/2024 1:37:45 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A nice invitation to ponder upon seriousness of life and fleeting time, well penned!