By Athar Mudasir
They Call it New Year,
When life is Caught by Bear,
The death seems so Near
Sweat flows with Fear.
Crows mock, crickets knock,
throats are chock, windows are blocked.
still, ye wear the cloak of mock
The bear stand on the clock.
They Call it New Year,
When life is Caught by Bear,
The death seems so Near
Sweat flows with Fear.
Crows mock, crickets knock,
throats are chock, windows are blocked.
still, ye wear the cloak of mock
The bear stand on the clock.
The innocent lambs are slaughtered
Leaders and Saint hail their pride
The brides are widowed
Children struggle for a loaf of bread
School and collages have vanished
It was once blessed land now only blood shed down the street.
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