Thy beautiful throat
The poets have admired
And thy similes
The lovers have hired
Amused are they from ostentation
Do not know the real frets
As their feet are above terra firma
All above realities and the facts
Living in the world of ideas
Not in the facts and figures
Affected by the affectations
Not aware of the life’s rigors
Whose eggs the cuckoo gnaws at
The simple thing every body know
Whose offspring die before birth?
Is called the ugly crow
akram saqib
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