Standing afar, watching the sunset
Living the moment at its very depth
I entered the valley, tortured and tormented
Knocking on the doors, when no one responded
Mountains that once echoed with joy
Now shrieked, watching the dead
The Valley, that once sang love
Became silent, at the kiss of death
Every passing moment witnessed
The brutality of the time
Oh! My beloved, your streets and walls
Will throw back the terror, that crawls
Remnants of calamity choked my breath
When this earth under my feet
Tossed, trembled, swayed
Gulped the life, every impression of it
No one, to heal the injuries
No one, to hear the miseries
Buildings once called homes
Ruthlessly turned into mere stones.
(Based on conditions in Baluchistan)
Seemal Shakeel First Year Humanities
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