To Be A Special Sky - Poem by Naveed Akram
You do not have to be special,
Clean blue air of the day seems relevant,
But the small hands are a staring start,
Deep stresses will overcome us always.
You keep babies in the heathen’s eyes,
Seeing eyes of the lordly men who have brains.
You seem to announce the people’s praise,
Like a leader of the southern kingdoms,
That never stop fighting with the flags of gold.
Lions are on their heraldry heard from desire,
Lions fiercely awaken the soul of the foe.
This is special to be reasoning,
And this special mind’s affair takes
A switch of the whole light to shine.
High in the sky is a lantern of the time,
Family of these dividing colours,
Rainbows who swim along the day and night.
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