My Homeland
The flocks of birds, the herds of sheep
The rivulets, pastures all there Weep
The boats of hope sank downy deep
My country folk nor wake or sleep
All mourning, all mourning
That promised morning never came
The heads all hanging there in shame
Each person caught in whirl of blame
Clouds from heavens gaze in shame
It's scorning, all scorning!
On golden beaches children play
In meads the scented wind spray
In mosques and Temples people all
With sunken hearts each moment pray
All mourning, all mourning
In fairy meadows greenish green
On hills all mourning where spleen
All starry eves, my charming scene
On earth no eye hath ever seen
All warning, all warning
My withering blooms my yellowish leaves
Which wintery wind them all beguiled
I feel regret my ancient folks
For all who for us sacrificed
All honouring, all honouring
For them who died for Thee my land
In anguish for them we will stand
All grassy greens all golden sand
Surpass they heavens fairy land
It's morning it's morning
Dreams of Freedom which Thou see
Oh legend poet for thy country
Now come and look at thy all land
In wonder think thou what would be
All mourning all mourning
Lit candles for who sacrificed
Those brutality killed those crucified
Their woe and grief all multiplied
My saviours all of us beguiled
Words charming ,all charming
My leaders all my people all
Looks heavens high as if enthrall
They Lord of earth and heaven call
All mourning, all mourning!
Copyright © Sabahat Batool | Year Posted 2023
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