Very True Doctor Poem by Naveed Akram

I well remember a very true doctor,
In his school of filial love and honour,
Finishing the sense to stay until the meanings
Entered the hearts of the true cured ones.
These were the adored ones of a fresh life,
Managed to reach a station of health
So important to pictures and wealth.

As you know, they disappointed one day,
As acquaintances they pursued the wrong angle,
Towards the horizon was the travel
Of so angry victims of the crimes.
Those humans believed over their heads
That quotations altered the frame of knowledge,
That psychotherapy was a drug for the infirm
And the happier children forbade its use.

One day, a favourite doctor deceased
And called his heirs the deeds of the night
He travelled to that destination of such ancient nature.