Every thing is wrong
Without you so I abstain
From all of these things

سچ
اِک تُو سچ ہے میرے مالک باقی سب ہے جھوٹ
تیری راہ پر چلتے چلتے سب کچھ گیا ہے چھوٹ۔۔

Weather is changing from time to time
But there is not even a single change
In the mood with which I recall you

منظر
بدلے ہیں کئی رنگ، فضاوں نے، تیرے بعد
اِک بار، تیری یاد کا منظر نہیں بدلا۔۔۔۔۔۔

Goodbyes
Would be
So beautiful
If they only involved
Embracing
And no
Letting go.

Today one hundred forty eight were buried.
One of them was my son.
All fear of God from hearts departed,
Another war has just begun.
My heart is shattered in a million pieces
More countless than the stars.
My arms forever reaching but never truly grasping
My precious child now gone so far.
I still hear my son's sweetest voice
As sleep escapes from me,
"Mama, Papa, look what I have made!
I want you to come and see!"
But I turn and, alas, there is no one there
Just a room with a bed now empty.
Thoughts of leaving here, this torturous world
To join my son now tempt me.
Our children's lives were precious.
They had futures, they had dreams.
But now our children are sleeping, dead.
All hope is lost, or so it seems.
Today one hundred forty eight were buried.
One of them was my son.
But with God as my witness, his death will not be in vain.
A silent war has just begun.