Poor In Health - Poem by Naveed Akram
They were poor in the health and wealth,
Young doctors cured as well as counted them;
Some became dead, some were resurrected,
Yet most were alive and dangerous.
They were very patriotic as words could describe,
Learning the finer rules of the pen,
Drawing fewer shapes for the survival.
Great rebellion struck their hearts
As the world was cleft asunder by the wicked
Approach of earthquakes and tempests.
They were poor in all these respects
But one new matter existed -
They cancelled their debts.
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