A Brazen Baloch Land Poem by Aadil Hingorjo

Under the oppressions endless
Insides the cave full of corpses
A murder mystery
A daylight dragging
Mirror that goes meshed into pieces
Mirror canvassing the saddest smiles
In the hands of monsters
Spaces all around
Not a tiny track to stay on
The death hovers upon my sky
Breathing the final moments
A version under the war-zone
Sweat, tears, and blood-drops
A brazen Baloch land
All alone I stand, Zeba
Tracing my own traumas
I cry alone
I sigh alone...