May It Travel
May the travel be polite and wholesome,
Like a soldier and a general in comparison,
Like a player of books and stationery,
Last of all, like the prose of a writer.
May living a line of laughter be a line of work
And worth, so that laughter ensues.
I endure a cure from the doctors of leap years,
Those lunatics that manage to cut the life so much.
Travelling that deep is too far into success,
Inside me is a manager of wits, of love with one.
They thread along the clothes, these tailors are in love with us.
My love for textiles has improved:
May you promise others to wear a travelling mission,
That is always to know for a deep success.
poem by Naveed Akram
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