We have no time to laugh
In the broadfield of life
We find only pain and sorrow
Those who pose to be joyous
Are laughing at themselves
Let's think what is there to smile
A short span of life?
Sixty, seventy, probably hundred years
Is not enough to make us joyful
As we have to present our account
Before Him
In such a short period
We can't do much to please Him
Then why should we be happy?
poem by Mohammad Akmal Nazir
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