A metaphorical poem where life of an oak tree is compared with that of human.
‘So was it when my life began / So is it now I am a man / So be it when I shall grow old / Or let me die!’
Iqbal says, “May God aqcuint you with some fierce storm”. Why is he saying so? Read the entire poem and find out yourself.
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