We have stepped into the roads of disaster,
and they have welcomed ud with great joy
casualties lie like scattered shadows
inside the earth crust of pakistan
As the soil opens its mouth,
we hope his taste buds
will die a natural death
so he can close them back
Many of our people have been hidden under the soil
and now, they await a cofined burial
nature has made war upon their household
he has buried most of the casualties prematurely
Most of them has stepped out of the four corners of the earth
But through a strange way
they were aided by nature crust
By suddenly burying them inthe dust.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
write more about Pakistan sir. imtiaz