The dodging beggars dodge along the streets
The dancing girls displaying the best dancing deeps
The shopkeepers selling their goods
Such talents are hidden under the feet
Endowed the good winced, the bad snorted
Determination of will and hope would be clashed
Humanly desires grow up high, ye eats the poor’s flash
Hard working farmers can’t meet their both ends
The sincerity of men dismissing every excuse,
To nurture the passion of ones vision almost cruse
Perhaps their poverty keeps them The hope of will
To live, hard or ease, ye is the fate, they have to drill
Beyond all the limitation, respect their treasures
Cheerfully bounded with it, never seen back
Going and growing up, through the dark
Until the good time coming, to see thy ventures
~Amar Shaw Saleem
Khairpur, Pakistan