‘What do you see when you watch the evening sky?’

The old man inside me asked with a slight smile

‘Do you see the bellies of the clouds pregnant with darkness;

Or do you see the smile of the bright silver lining?’

The future of this country does not exist in either religion or politics. It exists within the eyes of the children roaming its thousands of nameless streets. How we treat them and how we ensure a better, safe and bright future for them, is how we can build up our country. Long Live Pakistan!

It is not only the nobly moral captains,

who choose to go down with their ships

Some see their doom but follow it still;

with a cold heart and a smile on their lips

Amidst this mass of the sodden humanity;

there exists a tribe of the wretched failures

They go by many names, noble and pathetic;

the dreamers, the lovers and even the saviors

A heavy blanket of fear smothers my city;

while each heart beat awaits the doom

Yet there is magic in each new morning;

bringing hope to all and lifting the gloom