We are children now slaved to might,
Our potential is lost in unending night.
In dreams, our future glow shinning,
Several oblations for greed's dazzling.


Everywhere, merits are bought,
Our happiness is being bought.
Oh! To treat sick, or build with skill,
But, profession currently sold to hill.


Our sighs dismissed as inactive tails,
By feudal lords who exploit fails.
In false people, truth does hide,
Lies thrive, with cunning pride.


Feudal tongue us compressed,
We are being made slaved.
In false heart, truth difficult to find,
Betrayal rules, leaving honesty blind.


Oppressors control our live sway,
And vend our destiny, day by day.
Whoever speaks out for rights,
Is killed by tyrants, day and night.


There are the bitter realities of life,
Our future is being deride.
We are children now slaved to might,
Our potential is lost in unending night.


By Rukhsar Younis Kumbhar