To Save My Mother Poem by nasrullah baki

TO SAVE MY MOTHER

As we don’t go ahead with
Rotten and insidious,
We can’t swim in a pond, stagnated for
Several years,
Aimless parasite, unfinished theory,
It time to open
It is high time we finished cutting useless apart
And stared new way to upgrading as properly as timely.
For the sake of mother land
Poor, helpless a raped, tormented
Wordless like sage crying to be saved.
Duty to be imposed on
To finish unending …..!