Purely Pakistani Poem by Akhtar Jawad

Born as a slave in a British colony,
the old man selecting a color for his new dress,
on the independence day,
the 14th of August,2019,
is still confused,
whether it should be a green and white contrast,
only green,
only white,
or it should have all the colors of a rainbow.
But his granddaughter is at all not confused,
She is a pure Pakistani.
She didn't think twice before selecting a green wet soil
and white fragrant flowers.
You are right sweetheart,
your eyes are on the green belts of the earth,
but I am looking at the rainbows in a bright sunlight,
after a fine mild shower,
I am still living in colorful dreams,
you have awaken and living in realities.