The scenic beauty and freshness in air,
The awesome peaks and clouds here.
The meadows,the lakes,the streams roar,
The gardens,the hills,the land of rose.
The people would cry and die for others,
Seldom do we close the doors.
Having seen the Tears and fears,
Still do not forget the nears.
In the Rubble and trouble of life,
Missed the bubble of joy for ever.
The faded beauty and miseries apart,
We are a drained and drowned lot.
The eyes are sunken and wrinkled face,
O'that wonderful era, do embrace.
Written by
Showkat Ul Rahman

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