After a lot of twine, your sorrows are mine
And I know that you are not fine
Amidst the “Red Gloom”… … I think
The spring is but…. a lost link
While the blooming buds are hungry
Here, over the futile things I am angry!
The trees of justice carry no roots
Vehemently, they enjoy the chest shoots
Oh! As a reliable, I sleep in broad daylight
There, you have been assaulted at your own site
In worldly concerns, you have been neglected
Oh! The frugal concerns have been selected
The homes are made for chilling the buddies
Your sorrows…. I won’t introduce to my studies
The Jhelum’s yearning follows your daily bloodbath
And the breezes of Doodh Ganga negate their path
Into the deep rainy world … your intimidating voice reaches
But the ears of humankind are full of breaches
Let me acquiesce that I am a corpse
Sorry Rafah!
