Category: Poems

Our Balochistan calls out to us 

Calling us to solve this fuss 

Mesmerizing beauty all around 

Hospitality nowhere to be found

The sun sets 

Will come again bets 

Moon has the stars

Sun has many scars 

Moon is always cool and calm

Cover your head 

Not your brain 

Don’t take all the strain 

On you don’t let them blame 

Those are your rights you should claim