Woe Here
A sombre and woeful day has arrived for life,
Inside me I speak, and often we stay like spears;
Outside the hazards outlive us, for the storm,
And arrest us O Sun for the acts offered by life.
A woe has arisen on this daylight hour,
Forming hours of enjoyment, of living energy;
Guess the adjustment understood by some,
How guessing is erring I do not know.
poem by Naveed Akram
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