I HAVE NO NATION, BUT PEOPLE CALL ME PAKISTANI.

I HAVE NO NATION,
BUT PEOPLE CALL ME PAKISTANI.

I laugh when someone dies,
I stay silent when blood sheds,
I see everything yet don’t speak,
I quietly bear bombs and shells.

I have no human my inside,
But people call me Pakistani.

My rivers are divided for corruption,
My provinces are detached,
My land cries thousands of tears,
But no body out there cares.

I have no heart to concern,
Yet people call me Pakistani.

My people are scattered every corner,
Fighting for their individuality,
Deep in their hearts,
A big hatred dwells.

I have no collectivism,
And people call me Pakistani.

My leaders are born deaf and dumb,
Day n night working for corruption,
Their people have got no laws to learn,
Yet they get promotions.

I have no order for life,
And people call me Pakistani.

Increasing debts on my poor economy,
I am working on US and IMF loans,
My people are dying of hunger and poverty,
Yet my best crops are reserved for exports,

I am died, yet I am seen alive,
Still world calls me Pakistani.

But deep in my heart, I have dwelled few hopes,
The sun would rise again, and people would hold ropes,
Things would get right perhaps one day,
And my country would uplift top to the sky.

Feeling proud that day of my nationality,
I would confess to the world that I am Pakistani.