Is it a sensation
That crying nation
Are in starvation
The top guns
Completely shuns
The earth sons
Dying or screaming
With pain teeming
They are in meeting
Thinking about the wealth
And their health
at the cost of stealth
In my words
sweet or curt
system is dirt
And exploitation
For the molestation
Of the poor nation
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, Saqib. You may like to read my ars poetica named as (Poetic Sense-1) Thanks