Cricket and bullets
Three wars and holocaust
How many lives have been lost?
Since seventy years we are trading shots
People die and whole of area turn into ghost's soul
Such a hatred is seen no where
When my country is committed to dare
For non violence and federal set up for all
Pakistan has preferred and housed terrorists to give call
We had invited artists
But they involved and played against national interests
How can you feel good when solders are killed?
What their souls may be feeling when you are on cricket field
Enjoying game means offering dishonor
It is not against such lovely game but against terror
You can't claim innocence for such wounds
Soldiers never question but their honor is not found
The divisive forces talk double
Incite people
Increase atmosphere of hostility
It is national pity
Politicians add poison
There is increase of hate for various reasons
Let us look after local front
We have no option but to bear brunt
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Politicians add poison There is increase of hate for various reasons Let us look after local front We have no option but to bear brunt
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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