Silent is the air, static is the life
Flames are there but chilly is the light
Distant ricocheting bullets and devastation that frights
Insecurity prevails the heart s in echoing nights
Blood pools bringing nothing but pain
Tortured people, lives lost in vain
Same was the story half a century ago
Fragile atmosphere, bloody fiasco
Was this land made for this?
Was destroyed life the basis?
Was anarchy our main goal?
Or occupying high prestige with empty souls
Making this ado, out of nothing
Backstabbers out there waiting for winning
No one suffer the grind
Creating more doubts in the dumbstruck minds.
Prevailing prosperity is the motto on which they live
Chaotic condition and utter mayhem they give
The blunt minds, brain washed maniacs
Don’t know what they are trying to prove bombing the tracks
The glooming radiance in my country is scarce to see
It vanishes from here as it glees
We made this state for safeguard of our rights
Paradoxically we achieved nothing but treachery, gloom and fight
A last tear drop that waits inside my eyes
Having seen all the gruesome scenes, grotesque conditions and hollow lies
It is fed up of these circumstances, hopes to see bloom ahead
Wish that is the shining Pakistan on which my last tear is shed
Iftikhar Ahmed
………T.N.T………
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