Half Truth
Neither people nor weather is to be trusted
What a piece of land on earth is this to tell
Their souls and their minds are but rusted
They are on the verge of a hell to but fell
They tell that half of truth which suits them
Remaining half is to be kept totally secretive
Can they be reverted back when on the brim
Being on disputed land they claim to be native
They tell that they not been  been given rights
Being hollow and shallow in but their intellect
From being sheer darkness how deserve lights
They claim all to be relatives,individuals in fact

Colonel Muhammad Khalid Khan