Smile, Pakistan!

Bruised body, is it you, o, Pakistan? Locking yourself and having your own fun in a room. What do you pour to defend against the blackening blue? Every time it’s heard you scream or maybe it was just a laugh that was disguised?

Then why the sky was shaking at the end of the eyes? Silent tears or choked laughters pound on the top of television. Don’t you feel, o, Pakistan, your agile body is our body, your sick body is our body. Why do you save your own grief, why did you bear fly groves? Partying in their own foul wounds.

Rise up body, soul rise! Arise, o, a strong Pakistan. Open slightly the window pale lips, let the wind crawls away to share the cries to our bodies.

Make sure, o, Pakistan! Swift tears - or laughter? - today, filled up our prayers. Growing the morning buds on the lips of children of the night. Make sure, o, Pakistan, the night the storm would pass. The children return to school and the parents cheerfully corn. Inviting the caressing rain. Rainbow perched on a branch beside the house.

Smile, Pakistan!

Bangalore, 2009