A rough and tough exterior might hide weakness inside,

A person may be as dead as he is wide.

He might be hiding fears unknown,

He might have had chances blown.

He might wake up in a sweat at night,

Rushing to turn on the light.

Maybe he never even sleeps,

Just sits on his desk and weeps.

He might be broken; little shards of glass,

Hurting him when people pass.

He might be a shell, just bidding his time,

Wondering what was his crime.




Those are the eyes which hide the pain,

Which have seen their loved ones slain.

Those are the people who live in fear,

Losing all that they once held dear.

The Drought We Face

Sixty-six years have flown by,

Scorched, barren and ever dry.

The staggering truth hits us hard,

With care we must lay our cards.

Buried in the sands of time,

Endangered by the hate and crime.

Our ideology gathers dust,

And most are unjust.

The trees of hope burn everyday,

For the best; we all pray.

The thirsty ground; the pleading eyes,

All of them search the skies.

For a cloud; a hope; a shade from the sun,

Any sign from the Divine one.

The cracked ground, the parched lips,

The winds which feel like leather whips.

Everyday a dismal start,

It breaks a man and his heart.

Even desert plants cease to grow,

Can’t even reap what you sow.

A famine seems evident now,

When nothing ever seems to wow.

Everytime; we fear the worse,

We seem to be under some kind of curse.

Waiting for the rain, we lose hope,

Nothing left; so cry and mope.

A searching gaze, a look of daze,

Trying to find our way through haze.

An oasis; not visible far or near,

And thirst becomes difficult to bear.

Our Troubles

Let the stars of fate shine,

Allow our thoughts to intertwine.

Break free of hate,

Let go of fate.

Hold the bridle ever so tight,

Soon we will come to light.

No hate, no worries,

No need for any hurries.

We stand together hand in hand,

And fighting stops in this land.

The day our differences we forget,

Our course for success will be set.

No sects, no castes,

Hatred never really lasts.

Our history we have forgotten,

Our insides are all rotten.

This country we don’t deserve,

Yet untroubled we are, of all the nerve.

Too busy with our own lives,

Lower, the nation’s state dives.

Our youth seems asleep,

It’s in a slumber, which is very deep.

Their company is all wrong,

Time to ring the gong.

No feelings, no emotions,

No thoughts or notions.

We are careless and carefree,

How lazy can we be?

Fashion and latest trends,

Are there no limits or ends?

Nothing is wrong with being in style,

But fashion victims really rile.

We’re great at wasting time,

Don’t know where to draw the line.

The trouble with us remains,

Emotions a person can’t tame.

Our destinies are in a knot,

Harmony needs to be taught.

Time takes its toll,

Our mind and body, heart and soul.

Our nation is young still,

With bliss, it can fill.

Everyone elated and content,

No trouble at all in paying the rent.

Food, clothes and homes,

The streets safe to roam.

Plenty of jobs and schools,

People living life according to the rules.

Equality all around,

Peace and happiness finally found.

When Will We Learn?

On the brink of carnage,

So full of rage.

Divided into tribes,

Putting first our cribes.

Not united at all,

No wonder we don’t stand tall.

Our enemies so strong,

Oh! Where did we go wrong?

Sindhi, Balochi, Punjabi Pathan,

Agha, Rind, Malik and khan.

This division of caste, of color and creed,

Seems to be the basis of all greed.

A message of harmony we got,

By our great prophet it was taught.

These noble lessons he gave,

The destruction of humans to save.

Prejudice and harm,

Go arm in arm.

The truth stands crude,

No time to brood.

We have the gift,

To get out of this rift.

But bothered we are not,

How then, will we get out of this rot?