Promising Future - Poem by Akhtar Jawad
Dejected and frustrated I was thinking,
man will not survive,
he is no more alive,
but when I saw your up-climbing,
I am now hopeful,
my lips smiled beneath my eyes tearful,
how nicely you grip the nails and fix your foot,
on the nails fixed in the wall like a date tree root,
man will rise to the highest heights,
the child is knight of the knights,
and when I saw your reach at your destination,
I saluted your courage and your perfection.
You are our future,
you will change the ugly caricature.
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