Struggling Poem by Quaid-Uz- Zaman

Let not the life be shorter than death;
let it grow to the height of one's dream.
Dreams that go beyond the skyline.
Death never comes before the appointed time
and
a graceful mind is always prepared all through;
here everyone gets the acquired share
of sins and punishment
of virtues
and rewards.
Let not the darkness eat up your light
Lit up yourself.

Thorns here and there strewn all around in a spiteful way.
you clear up all.

Vultures with their sharp claws will make your sky bloody.
Be courageous
and resistfull.

Let not the evil poison yourself
clean-
and be true to yourself.