Toil Poem by Faruzan Anwar
Toil
Eyes are heavy and hearts heavier still,
As another explosion in Chakwaal is reported.
Humans who jubilantly their own kind do kill,
Can their actions be any further promoted?
Mothers cry, their tears falling like rain,
Upon unanswering faces which will never speak again.
Fathers, sons and daughters lost brutally in the toil,
Between innocents and tyrants which no justice seems to foil.
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