Pakistan Poems

India and Pakistan: Divided by History, Bound by Blood

Brothers once, beneath the same monsoon sky,
Before foreign flags touched your soil,
You drank from the same rivers,
Laughed beneath the same banyan trees,
Shared gods, grain, and ground.

But when the map was sliced by hands not yours,
When borders were inked in sorrow and salt,
A mother wept—her children pulled apart,
Not by will, but by wounds too deep to

War Between Nuclear Powers

When silence breaks with a siren's cry,
And ash clouds darken the morning sky,
Two nations rise with wrathful might,
Blind to peace, prepared to fight.

Where rivers flowed through fields so wide,
Now burn with rage on either side.
Flags once fluttered in monsoon air,
Now mark the graves of young laid bare.

The tanks roll in, the bombers fly,
The missiles arc

War is never the solution

Borders are lines drawn in dust,
but the wails of war ride the wind—
no map can contain a scream.
War does not choose a side;
it is a fire that devours both hearth and forest.
One body may bleed,
but the other's soul turns to ash.

From far behind velvet curtains
and polished screens,
war looks like a chessboard—
moves, strategy, gain.
But at the

The Silenced Voices Of Pakistan

She walked with dreams in her gentle eyes,
A future lit beneath morning skies.
But shadows crept where light should stay,
And stole her breath, her hopes, away.

Sawera’s name, now etched in pain,
A flower drowned beneath the rain.
Not by fate, not by some twist,
But by hands that evil kissed.

What justice lies in silence kept?
While mothers grieve, and sisters

Lines in the Dust

In the summer heat of '47's cry,
A line was drawn beneath the sky.
Not ink, but blood, not words, but flame—
Two nations born, but none the same.

Fields once golden, shared with grace,
Now whispered names in a stranger’s place.
Neighbors turned to fleeing feet,
Homes abandoned, hearts incomplete.

The Ganga wept, the Indus roared,
As trains of silence onward soared.
One carried

Better Pakistan

Tears in my eyes, pain in my heart
The country my forefathers fought for
Lost in the pathetic battle of politics
Bloodshed keeps ascending, dirty politicians
Forgotten land, hopes, and dreams
grow thinner every day. The air tastes like poison
Sectarianism is a virus eating us alive 
The feces of poverty, insecurity, and terrorism

O Pakistan, rise from the forgotten sands
The cords

The Road To Home

Oh, My Dear homeland,
I yearn to reunite with you,
Not for your love alone,
But to tread the weathered path, winding beneath my village,
Laid with stones and scattered remnants of time,
In moments of disarray and wandering,
It unfailingly led me back to my village,
Guiding me to my mother's waiting arms.

I don't long solely for you, my homeland,
I ache

Military Plight of Pakistan

Pakistan is at the moment in a grip of a quagmire led by all the institutions that have been most shamefully compromised by greed of unlawful wealth and illegal control of it's rich resources.Imran Khan being an honest,brave and sincere Political leader seems to be the only hope left for helpless Pakistanis who can get

My Beloved Country Pakistan

Pakistan is my beloved homeland country.
And i am too much honest,sincere, loyalists & trustworthy to my own country Pakistan.
I will devote the chain of my limitless love, affection &  my all best skills to my beloved country Pakistan to give it outstanding progress.
If my beloved country Pakistan,if it is possible for me.
I will give

Media Industry

Media industry
Munafiq industry.

Ppc

Name of Crime    Under Section
1.Murder	                   302
2.Death by negligence,303/304/308/312/319/321/322
3.Attempt to Murder / Suicide,324/325 
4.Thug / Exposure of Child / Concealment of Birth,327/328/329
5.Itlaf-i-udw/salahiyyat-i-udw,334/336 
6.Causing hurt with/blunt/sharp weapon,337(A - N) 
7.Isqat-i-hamal with consent/without consent/janin,338(A - C)
8.Wrongful restraint/confinement

Release Me

Let me breathe fresh air
Let me fly like a bird
Let me flow like a river
Let me move like a wave
Let me bloom like a flower
Let me glow like a firefly
Freedom is what I want
Release Me..
If Slavery is not wrong nothing is wrong.
Abraham Lincoln.

Autumn Nights In Pakistan

Yasawa Island breeze 
covered the coast 
I in your rapture 
as we danced wildly
through sunsets in Nadi
your smile capture 
my essence while 
the tides roared along 
calm seaside's my heart 
sang tropical rhythms 
melodies gathered 
beneath my toes deep 
within the warm sand 
laughter rang out over 
the coastal waters 
hints of mahogany 
covered the

Comparative Degree

Engineer Mirza VS Sheikh Sahib
Platform: Youtube.
Speciality: Teachings Of Islam.
Mode Of Speech: Engineer Mirza Elaborative.
Sheikh Sahib: Superlative.
Quality: Both are opposing violence.
Contribution: Sheikh is the founder of International Islamic Propagation Center and Engineer Mirza invented Anti Venom Digestive Phaki.
Source Of Knowledge: Quran and ahadees.
Common: Both have been the victim of murder attempt.
Weakness: Both have dozens of rivals.
Note.

Jinnah's Pakistan

Inside Pakistan By Julie
1.We have sold the basic Principles unity, faith and discipline for currency notes.
2.Journalism is about telling People the truth and highlighting the genuine problems.
3.Politicians aim is to earn the wealth via Politics.
4.Media will only sell the product which People want to watch.
5.If rich gets herpes it is called allergy while If a

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