Spontaneous Queries Poem by Muhammad Shanazar

O! My motherland,
Your countenance is blood coated.
O! My motherland,
Colours brimmed from my eyes
Mingled mixed into your soil.
O! My motherland,
Who set on fire
Your grey shinning anchal?
Who removed the wall?
Who threw us into darkness
Snatching from us moonlit nights?
Who robbed us of life?
Who were the robbers
Who robbed us of tolerance?
O! My motherland,
The feet of those who trampled
Flowers of your paths will sow soon
The seed of burning coals.

Written By Farheen Chaudhry
Translated By Muhammad Shanazar