By Nehreen Nazir
The cradle within I was brought up
Now the grave of unconsidered humanity
The land which cater me with innocence
Now holler in the blood of innocents
The land which nurture my moments
Now crave to foster
The place where my childhood played
Now red in tooth and claws
The land sounded with care
Now silent in despair
The land where the air of devotion blows
Now suffocated with hues and cries
The land once dream of desire
Now been the movie of turmoil
The land once vivid, and active
Now kept broken and dead
The land where streams of felicity flows
Now flooded with misery and ill being
The land where clouds sprinkled blissfulness
Now rains blood, agony and pain
The land kind altogether
Now aggrieved by unfair treatment
The land token of rosy blossoms
Now delineate havoc and massacre
The land called paradise
Now biggish boneyard
The land once hope of everyone
Now hope to be free from turbulence
(Nehreen Nazir is a University Pass-out)
Cry from the soul! Awesome.