The wheels of time have turned around once more;
Probably for
the third time or is it four?
Our neighbouring country is once again in a soup,
As it gets ready for one more round of coup,
The state has completed its jubilee diamond,
But yet to acquire even a small glint of shine,
The rot started from the qaid e aazam,
When he crafted it akin a chasm;
The epic of disaster that commenced ever since,
Has dragged along like a soap opera,
The two olive greens trying to outdo each other,
The army and the polity looted it further,
Then came the General Zia Ul Haq;
Who literally made his country a lame duck;
Then came the strife of seventy one,
The war that India won,
In spite of this loss; they did not tame;
Initiating for the first time the terror game;
The throne was shared by Bhutto and Sharief;
Contrary to the latter’s name, each was a bigger thief,
That the economy was in shambles did not matter,
As long as riches and mansions they could gather,
this gilded globe of loot was once more shrugged;
as the country was once more Musha’roughed”,
he did not find favour of a populace large,
and the nation forced him to de camouflage,
today the country is in debt,
with hardly anything called asset left,
should we step into the scene now,
and teach them a lesson or two and how!
What was left incomplete in seventy one,
An incomplete war that still needs to be won!!!!
2 comments:
how very true sri.... a nice way of putting things in a lighter vein!!!
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