On The Wheel Of Time
I am riding on the wheel of time,
Certainly my joy is not sublime,
When I look here and there,
I find peace nowhere,
Someone is suffering from starvation,
Someone is a victim of desperation,
War has ruined beautiful cities,
Somewhere Nature sent calamities,
Poor wretched with a life of gloom,
Waiting for the moment of their doom,
Poor children are reduced to skeleton,
Their misery is noticed by none,
While rich are playing with wealth,
They remain in the pink of health,
Their children take three meals with them,
Together they sing their glory anthem,
I curse the moment I rode on the time,
It was nothing but a senseless crime.
poem by Mohammad Akmal Nazir
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