Optimism And Pessimism Poem by Naveed Akram

A man is an optimist, he produces
The money and the head;
My poison is the calibre of a straight
Star in hands of the fierce and deadly.
A woman forbade me to speak in the
Crowd, her voice was powerful like
The statue I accosted all these days.
This manly listener was a soldier
Of brilliant knowing, a tale was told
Due to the healthy one.

The pessimists argue like sceptics,
Loathing the partnership and the
Fellowship, as well as the comradeship.
We are all patriots so parade the cinematic
Forces to their options in life,
So that death encapsulates the frozen
Hunters, the blameworthy fighting heads.

My philosophers are busier than the rain,
Fixing and fastening, blowing and drying,
Keeping and listening, taking and making.
My scholarly friend is the joiner of bonds,
And the heraldry of the nation in unison.