By: Zulfiqar Ali Bhatti
You the beauty of our beloved natal sod
Life for people beyond the far off sands
Provide refuge to birds of foreign lands
Which come to you and pass their days odd
For such fortune we pray our beloved God
And ask for the blessings with our raised hands
Keep it always among beautiful bands
Mothers infuse love in lullabies laud
But we feel ashamed when think of its state
Suffering apathy and cruelty
In painful plight waiting its fearful fate
We’ve almost destroyed its natural beauty
This gift from God patiently flows and wait
May someday its children show their sympathy