In my teen I can see what surrounds me;
Oh mother why you cry?
Many are wretched, not only which you see
Inundation in mind and tears dry.
Aren’t thou to young to understand
Asks me the aged one
We did not realize alteration in land,
When we were in those years of fun
Changed time even compels young hearts broken,
To meditate in wind of distress blowing around;
Stormy night and peace stolen
Wonder where happiness will be found.
Heat and strokes mould iron into form,
We will learn after bearing hardships
Victorious nation builds in storm
Give hope, words uttered by old lips
By: Syeda Sabeen Haider
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