My Mother Land
My mother land, I’m proud to be your daughter
My heart with joy sings songs of love for you
My soul with agony cries for mess done let me register
If you need my life, sacrfice my whole life for you
You are in a turmoil your resources are scarce,
This is my land beloved, my Motherland;
The terrorists came in it is alleviated tragic farce
Even a single space of it, I cannot hand
I had opened my eyes this is the place
My forefathers were born and burried here
There blood has adorned the flag with lace
I cant leave my ailing mother and go some where
This is the place where i breathed at first
From its vast blue sea i quinch my thirst
By
Shamim Ali
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