Survival
Survival is cruel, as much as heat and wind,
The menace of what is out there is so strange;
My forest is a garden for the animals
But a hell for my soul, a little is too hard.
My forest ranks supreme for tests of agility,
It lacks promise of life, as stupendous as it might be
To retain life of one’s own body,
As good it might seem to return to the house I lived in.
May cruelty be a sudden chance to rest and escape,
But cruelty is different, it hated me and hated you;
The forest is crueler than objects of the sky,
This day’s sky reminds me of hatred and odium.
Will I make it through this weather?
Will my strange air around be too hazardous?
It is too cruel to begin accusations,
Nature is relentless, far away.
poem by Naveed Akram
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