No peace, no love, crises everywhere,
Solitude and sufferings, no one to share.
Do I tell you the pain of my heart,
Or the calamity hit by recent drought.
Am denied, deserted, deceived and desolated, yes
The misery of sectarianism, can we ever guess?
Tortures, killings,bomb blasts and death
This makes me grateful that I still breath.
I have always sung my sorrows my pain.
Why do I ignore the bloodshed in next lane??
This is what our existence offers and we endure
We need to explore for this ill a durable cure..
By Mohammad Ibrahim