The Last Day - Poem by Naveed Akram
The day of arising is too long,
You sweat so hard in it, so long;
The deeds must wait and loiter,
The days arise so as to speak of the final day.
One day, a final day has arrived
For our lunch is special, far too daily;
The length of our stay gained success,
But those who end shall reap reward.
A man can never help another man
On this day, the last day of collisions;
The men of endeavours forsake others,
In time, this has meaning for some.
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