You have torn my bosom,
With the streams of your blood,
My surface is now totally red.
Often it is my deep sigh of pain,
That becomes floods and quakes;
If still you don’t mend your ways ,
My sighs will reduce you to rubble.
Dr. Mustafa Kamal Sherwani
Lucknow, U.P. India
via Pakistan News - Pakistan Views - Zameer36 Global Issues & World Politics http://ift.tt/1DolW7M
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