You gave me so much,
But I gave you nothing but pain.
You gave me the freedom I yearned,
But in return I bind you in chains.
You gave me the identity,
But I took that from you.
You gave me a place I could call home,
But I left you scared, deserted and alone.
Oh! I am so sorry Pakistan,
Forgive me for burning you alive.
Forgive me for letting you down,
Forgive me for all the times a finger was pointed at you.
Forgive me for being silent at times when I had to stand for up for you.
Forgive me for giving you the recognition of a terrorist country,
Forgive me for making you the charity box.
There is so much to say,
And so much to apologize for…..
If you cut my veins, I bleed Pakistan,
I ache when you ache, Pakistan,
I am because of you, Pakistan.
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