The Photo Poem by Shahzada Imtiaz Ali

Love, peace, mercy, pity, sympathy and harmony
Not get, all these, but in honesty.

Poignant faces, inexpressible voices and feelings dejected
Mind got manacles, relaxation fell parted

Miseries of folks and miseries of beasts
Gnaw my heart and ruin soul’s zests

Friends fall apart and nothing left; Company,
Blood thickened, freeze, stance mere, and agony

Can, get I soul’s ecstasy, deserts and barrens
No hope, no photo, no joy, every where, warrens

The photo of the city have nothing but ominous
Where I run to tell, who is staying pious?

My Lord! Please save my county and lives
In Swat, the photo is noting but demise.