Millions of years have passed,
Many rivers of blood I have crossed,
I am still wounded, I am still tortured,
I am still sick, I could not be cured.

The way in which, I have been insulted,
My dreams of love are ruined and deserted,
My wish of peace was crushed with weapons,
I regret to reproduce devils and demons.

How selfish are my sons how cruel how unkind!
I wish my time I could once rewind,
And love a black hole for an end to sleep,
Forever, too long, uninterrupted and deep! !

Akhtar Jawad

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