In the dreamland of hunger
A young prince was still five;
Poverty was staring in the face
And the ghost of scarcity was live;
Although his heart was cracked
But he kept hope alive;
In the ocean of gloom
He has to successfully dive;
His will could not be shattered
As he developed capability to effectively drive;
In every walk of life
He was sagacious not naïve;
He worked like a beaver
Because at the palace of success, he has to arrive;
Now in every kind of adverse circumstances
He can easily survive;
Glad tidings of honey always wait for those
Who work like bees in a hive

Written By

Dr Tanvir Hussain Bhatti

Freelance International Columnist, Poet and Author of the Books “What Plagues Pakistan?” and “Live Balls of Fire”