Pakistan's Pains. Poem by RAVIKIRAN ARAKKAL
Pakistan's Pains.
Pakistan, Pakistan, howw did
You get to be like this!
Painful is thy condition,
With no freedom for your
Children, harnessed by,
The dicators, bigots of
Religion, fuadal lords
And the terrorists, slaughtering
And bloodletting, while your
Neighbours are peaceful,
Who enjoy enduring peace.
Why do'nt you tell your children
To rise and keep the few
Who tortured them so long,
And learn from the lessons
Of Khuran, Gita and the Bible,
to love one and all and fight
The Despots, and criminals,
So as to be happy forever.
Ravikiran Arakkal.
words in the wind they wont hear in their world muslims killing muslims hate they rear.. the minorities god save them before in ethnic cleansing the neighbors clear
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4/26/2024 5:56:28 PM # 1.0.0.1119
LOL. Another indian worrying about Pakistan... Kitnay well wisher han Pakistan kay, kitna bara dil han, kitna sochtay han Pakistan kay baray maayy.. kash thora yeah Indian Muslims aur minorties kay baray may bhi kuch soch lay to kitna acha ho naaaaaaaa... aur bhoot thora sa Kashmiryoon kay freedom kay baray may bhiiii.. Kash : P~