O the poet, the sensitive fellow <br />Minister of lyrics, sweet and mellow <br />-------- <br />Seer for young and peer for old <br />Painter of moon and the sun gold <br />You depicted the worlds unseen <br />Shapes of people with brush keen <br />---------- <br />Have you ever tried to take a look? <br />On dry tears that made a hook <br />Those blind eyes wanting in sight <br />Deprived of every single birth right <br />--------- <br />In this world of lust and wealth <br />Are ever sick deprived of health <br />Have you tried to ever cast <br />A cursory look at his past <br />--------- <br />Was he not like that child? <br />Who was tender innocent and mild? <br />Who grew old with silver spoon? <br />Who was able to play with moon? <br />---------- <br />He grew old in such circumstances <br />That had not afford much instances <br />To become rich and opulent <br />Even opportunity was opponent <br />----------- <br />Or his cast color and creed <br />Oblige him to be inferior breed <br />Or his nationality makes him so <br />That he is living only to bow <br />---------- <br />Look around please and write something <br />That could toll and in the ears ring <br />Those who have monopolized earth <br />And are hungry to snatch mirth <br />? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? <br />? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?<br /><br />akram saqib<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-humble-request/
