I have my steps on your ground
Make me laugh with you
I had many of your tears wiped
I have embraced this strange feeling
I have the tips of my fingers
On your walls that are damp now
I breathe from your windows
You do not ask for blood always
You do not rise to the dragging chains
You do not dance to the hoofs of horses
You grow many trees and flowers
You are very strange to me
I hold to your roots to grow life
Make me belong to you
You are no other beloved
O my dear homeland
Islamabad
July29,2010
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