My Mother Land
My  mother land, I’m proud to be your daughter
My heart with joy sings songs of love for you 
My soul   with agony cries for mess done let me register
If you need  my life, sacrfice my whole life for you 
 You are in a turmoil your resources are scarce, 
This is my land beloved, my Motherland; 
The terrorists came in it is alleviated tragic farce 
Even a single space  of it, I cannot hand
I had opened my eyes this is the place
My forefathers were born and  burried here
There blood has adorned the flag with lace
 I cant  leave my  ailing mother and go some where
This is the place where i breathed at first
From its  vast  blue  sea  i quinch  my thirst 
By
Shamim Ali                
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