Beloved! Poem by Peer Nasir Majid shah

How much more blood will you shed and bury?
The lanes, all the corners are drenched in it already.

Freezing is the blood on the streets slowly.
The flowers are craving death to the tyranny.
Fresh snow is turning red while falling on my land.
And the mothers awaiting their martyred sons.
Holding a warm glass of milk and a garland.
The rain couldn't wipe out the blood from my garden.
Every step in alley sprinkles a blood stain on my 'pheran'.
cold weather, hot blood and a loud laments.
Buried they are now secretly somewhere on the hills.

Unmarked graveyards in the silence of shaken desolation.
We beside our empty graves surrounded by the occupation

Still waiting for the arrival of our holy martyrs.
The Cresent hidden under the painful torments.

The sky drunk in the shades of slavery. But.We will continue to resist un
to the dawn of 'Azadi'.