Ah, When The Sindhi Script Was Smothered! Poem by Aadil Hingorjo

Yesternight, I visited the shores of Indus
I walked through the lanes of Sindh
I found there the ashes of Indus Civilization
My curious intellect wanted to rummage it more
But suddenly I came across a fake x-ray
Every thick and thin of Sindhi language I found smothered
How merciless those attackers were
How smartly they undid the structure of my language
My heart went numbed
The imposed Persio-Arabian print on Sindhi came ahead
They burnt the library of the historical truths
I can't count the damages that they did
They suppressed the soul of indigene
In the name of Islam, they dismantled our classical wit
They redesigned us through their lenses
They restructured our language from right to left
In fact, Sindhi before was coded from left to right
We dint sabotage Dajla and Firat
Even the Indusian traders dint trash their regionality
But they unturned us
They ripped us apart
From Sarasvati to Sindhu, they divided us
Tigris and Nile too protested
But their missionaries stopped not
Ah! There is a whole Makli
Every single grave envisions a series of secrets
In the process, I too have been a riddle
Whether I'm almost murdered or entirely meshed
Unlayer me O Indus, entitle me unrested
For I earnestly yearn to be buried in thy Womb!