Mohammad Akmal Nazir - An Advice

Teasing and calling one names
These are the dirtiest games
Picking holes in one's deeds
One sows the evil seeds
Being jealous and worried
What is there to be hurried?
Destiny works in its time
Before luck no dollar, no dime
The wheel of time never stops
To catch it man only hops
But never comes to his hand
And slips away like sand
So be more and more cosistent
Never let your soul on rent.

Mohammad Akmal Nazir

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