My dear,
I am looking everyday bloodshed in my heaven
I looking everyday innocent Angeles lost their lives.
My dear,
I am looking everyday blood flowing in my courtyard.
I am looking everyday helpless voices asking?
who will save this heaven.
My dear,
I am looking this heaven Becomes
hell. Who responsible, Angeles or......?
A beautiful and patriotic piece of poetry set aside for honest reflection. Thanks for sharing Shariq.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem