East Or West Home Is The Best - Poem by Akhtar Jawad
My friends say I have never written a poem on Pakistan!
I picked my pen several times to write a poem on her,
and to write a poem when I started looking at her,
tears came in my eyes and when I saw blood,
on her head, on her face, on her entire body,
what the sons are doing with their own old mother,
and many foolish children of her say,
it's all being done by our hating enemies!
It's United States, India and Israel,
who are financing the cruel extremists,
and providing arms to them.
All right, you may be right,
but who is greedy of money,
who is using these arms,
Still when someone says to me,
I say, 'No, still it's better for the old man's rest,
East or west, home is the best! '
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