The Poet of East

The Poet of East Who Am I to Judge your perfection? Your poetry is superb it has attraction You deserve praise your every single word is showing Let me just say your literature is mind blowing When I look for the meanings behind them I forget the sacred land, which is our national anthem I know what you are saying and what you have said Dear Iqbal, I am sorry to say that we are dead Neither we do right, nor do we speak truth We have lost moral values we are bad How can I be happy? I am sad