For some
Another year passed
For few
It was just yesterday
For many
Time never moved
Only numbers did changed
For them
Power is in their hands
Conquering what remains
For those
Suffering entered uninvited
Poverty, no more food to fed
For him
Greed is good, sacrifice
Anyone who comes in way
For her
A queen of self desires
All peasants have to obey
For you
Blind with open eyes
And wants to stay that way
Alas! Asif
For me
Smiling whilst shading tears
On the helplessness of us
Writing another tale of fate
Asif Balouch
Copyright December 23,2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem