My past is paved with thorny painPeople say me crazy and totally insane
I walked, ran and struggled so hard
Yet failed to gain any reward
No one ever offered me a chair
They wanted me to stand up everywhere
To save myself from public jeers
I filled an ocean with my tears
No leader consoled me when I weep
Nor anyone know if I die in my sleep
The excursion of my life is still un-enjoyed
Because of the curse of unemployed
Published in weekly MAG, May 22-28, 2004
Muhammad Mahtab Bashir
ISLAMABAD.
mahtabbashir@gmail.com
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