In the deserted, infected dead world,

How hopless bard like I live!

The inhumane nature of people,delves

Deep,with brimming calousness

Overpowering against loud silent evils,

The gaint mountains spreading

Like the denizens of Hoyuhayans

The fresh airs and flesh to move

The opposite side of boders.

The Jehlum weeps,quiet and calm

Slowing down in deep thoughts, lost

Like a poor beggar, far away

From his home, shivers

And trembling down in the wilderness.

The clash of fate, seen with signature

Where ignorant dogmas,considered

With utmost concern and nobility of innocence
Put to its limits,fallen like a feathers of dove

In the war of clash and confusion

How shall a belief uphold its worth?