On Service Poem by AFFAQ NABI
On Service
I have your debit upon me, arduous its on
My thighs and hips, a burden from which
I can't skip and betraying my own ego is suicide.
And imagine that mind is like a voyageur,
It isn't staying in the pipe of peace.
And the duty is duty, and we can't escape it.
It seems we're more careful about ourselves.
Then to serve the others for which
We're being paid and promoted......
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