My home called heaven on earth
Is in a vogue from my birth

The streets are barren
And the walls are painted red

The multistorey and decorated houses
Raised down to earth by tyrants

The graveyard full of young bodies
Who used to be the buds of nature

The land full of innocent bodies
Who used to be the honey bunches of mothers

The father’s couldn’t see the happiness
As the dear ones were taken by metals


The wives couldn’t spend time with their husband
As they were murdered in the dark of nights

The sisters are now insecure and impure
As the bodyguards were taken from their side

Nature and rivers of attraction
Are now carrying blood of innocent people

The charming blue sky of heaven
Is now mourning on unfortunate piece of land

Every piece is witness to our atrocities
But keeps silence and increase our curiosity

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